I had a bizarre day. I wanted to go to Kurla and then home, but didn't, and some dude got shot on the bus there. On the train, I had to stand on tip-toe because there was no place and I didn't want to get on top of the train like everyone else. Imagine your feet next to each other, form a square with that length as the side, put 4 people's feet in that square. Ta-da. I'd slept only for two hours, partly because I was awake till 4, and partly because everyone here thinks that setting off explosive firecrackers is fun. I never quite understood that. Then there was some stuff, then work, then back. It passed in a daze.
But tomorrow is Diwali.