The north is cold. I sleep under as many blankets as the room has and I wake up cold. The sleeper train was cold, and then when you think about getting up, you remember that they don't have dosas up here. Why else would anyone bother getting out of bed. At least outside Gujarat you can get a beer.
Oh and worst of all, the cows here are discerning, they refuse my banana skins, I'm hurt (though I'm not entirely sure if banana skins do cows any good. Can't be worse than paper and plastic bags can it?). I want to go south... the grass is green and the... take me home!
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