72 hours in Manhattan
72 hours in Manhattan View from my hotel window The shrieking phone startled me out of my sleep and I gingerly felt my way to the table in the darkness to silence it. The clutter reminded me of the rustle I had heard during the night. Still somewhat disoriented by jetlag, Mani had ordered a pizza sometime during midnight and finished it. By the time I had found the annoying device (which I generally like during my waking hours) beneath the debris of the package, it had stopped the ruckus. It was the car service centre in Lucknow. They were not lucky to have Ms CP Bajaj as their geography teacher (She was the first crush of most of the boys in my school and would have left Sushmita Sen in Main Hoon Na way behind in beauty and poise) who had told us the formula of night vs day to make it easy to understand that there was nearly a 12-hour difference in East and West of the globe. ****** I recently read that somewhere in Germany an Indian lady was asked to show her Covid -19...