Sunday

Day after the blasts, life on a Sunday, goes on "lahey, lahey". On my way to office, I met the Chinese athletes. They've come for the Grand Prix event and are staying in this hotel. Everyone smiling and everyone happy to be here.

My office on a good day has a maximum of 4 people. It's empty today. I am here, on news duty, waiting if anything happens. I can see the Guwahati High Court from my office. It's cloudy and one can see the blue hills at a distance. It's a nice and easy beautiful Sunday. But like it happens, mostly, with the rest of the planet, Sunday here is also a "slow news day". (Click on the photograph.)

As the crow flies, this place is supposed to be closer to Hanoi than to New Delhi. The Northeast is "part of a great tropical rainforest that stretches from the foothills of the Himalayas to the tip of the Malaysian Peninsula and the mouth of the Mekong river as it flows into the Gulf of Tonkin" //Strangers of the Mist