Happy the man,and happy he alone,
He,who can call today his own;
He who,secure within,can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Today was Santosh's last day at my place. The poor guy was made to slog for the past few days and he decided that he needed some rest from work today. Dinner was cooked one last time (egg curry) and it tasted great. I'm going to miss all this and my pressure cooker will miss whistling thrice each night!