Yesterday I went to the designer's office and did two and a half hours of proof reading and didn't see much of the sun. Which is sad because it's so hot now and the light is so gorgeous. The Punjabis are still enjoying our company and us theirs. We seem to be all they talk about to their friends and neighbours. Although, I'm only basing that on me listening to their Hindi conversations in which they say 'Jack' and 'Izza' a lot.
I think something monetary is being planned by the office for me. Suprabha asked me whether I was here on a Business visa (unfortunately not) and whether I had a tax card (never heard of one). I said cash will have to do!
There are so many beautiful women here it's unbelievable. They must put something in the water (aside from the diseases.)
I respect this man for enjoying the little things in life
A typical, dodgy Indian back-of-haircut. A lot better than my mini-mullet though.
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