The Weight Can’t Wait
I used to be so wire-thin, my tailor uttered a shirk each time he measured my waist.
How time flies.
It’s now high time I get some exercise to control my weight. A click from the Charles Dickens Museum shedding ample light on my ‘situation’ seems to be doing the rounds in New Delhi among closed circles and I am being sweetly chided for the accumulating mass.
Time for some action.