Life is better on the island (the island being Singapore).
Yes, it’s as boring as it sounds.
Literally, a few leaves. My body is so tired I cannot think straight, let alone paint. All the weekends are flying by, the work week is hectic, every other week family is coming over from India to stay with us (not that I don’t enjoy this) and I have started taking some fitness classes. So this kind of uninspiring practice type work, sans stories, is all I have for now.
The island is so humid I am surprised people aren’t walking around with their designer handbags in one hand and IV saline drips in another. The past few days I have been out and about quite a lot. And, not in the kind of AC bubble that I used to float around in when I was in Delhi.
Humidity and I have never been friends. Humidity won every single day and by the afternoon I was Lion King.