10 hours 45 minutes to go

Six long months turned into a few weeks, weeks into days, and days into just a few hours. It's funny how time races past... and yet another second just ticked away, tick, tick, tick.

And time's running out.

Six months weren't as long as they seemed to be.

Today I am in Qatar. Tomorrow, I'll be in Delhi, drunk and stoned, tripping, just like before, at Turquoise Cottage, once again, amidst the same old faces I left.

Isn't that strange?

It is.

Time... that's what's strange.

Tick... tick... tick...