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It's back to Mumbai and frantic writing. I had barely three hours of sleep today. My writer's wrist is acting up yet again... but it feels so damn good to be seated at my favourite spot, with a familiar laptop and the reassuring sounds and smells emanating out of the busy kitchen close by. But one big and very comforting presence is sadly missing from this scene of balanced and harmonious domesticity. We lost Kiara last sunday. It is a loss that I shall never get over - she was by far the most beautiful red head in the world. Yes, sleeker and sexier than even M.M.
Farewell, my lovely.
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