This is now one of my favorite movies of all time.
Just blew me away.
Dad’s 9th death anniversary.
I'm drowning the silence with some Bill Evans trio. Dad still speaks to me through music.
Asha left for Dubai last night where she'll stay for a couple of days before flying to New Delhi. She almost didn't make it to Heathrow on time. The huge traffic jam caused by an accident only added to our anxiety. But that's hardly an excuse for being late. I hate to see someone being chronically behind schedule. It's probably one of the most difficult habits to beat.
The exertion at the airport scrambling for everything left me panting. The return to home via 105 was a much more tranquil affair. The gridlock had opened and I returned home just in time to afford me 5 hrs of sleep before leaving for work.
I miss Ari and his mom.