I can smell my fried bombil, three continents away. Ma, I’m coming back. Back to the third world, back to the Worli seaface brine on my face and Nalli Nihari at Muhammad Ali Road. I thought I’d be rich and suave and all-that. I hope you don’t mind I just postponed it by a few light years.
February, 2007. I check my inbox. For a copywriter, a congratulatory mail from the MBA office, Richard Ivey School of Business is, well, like the Saturday lottery. The best in Canada. I can hear maple leaves c…
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Posted on May 9th, 2008 at 2:13pm —
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