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The India Impact

Submarine cables in the Mediterranean have been damaged and this has adversely affected India the most. Work in the office came to a standstill today and though I was busy venting my frustration, I was rejoicing within! Reminds me of my childhood when a power-cut at night would send ripples of ecstasy through me, though I wore a very contradictory visage!

I haven't changed much in all these years.

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Anonymous said…
I remember those days too. The first thing we did (when the power went kaput) was rush out and see who got there first. Then we would silently pray that the power does not come for a few hours, so that we get to play.
How starkly different from children fuming over a power loss taking away their TV time.
Thursday, February 14, 2008 1:00:00 PM
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