The editor is back in India reveling the oppressive Delhi heat wave at 46C. Such a nice break from chilly old Singapore.
On the way into the office, a driver handed me a lovely bottle of cold Himalayan water… on the bottle was a message… from the water, to the drinker.
I look back on life.
It’s funny how things turn out. You, the creator of beeping sirens and honking cars, yearn for the solitude of the mountains.
You, a connoisseur of fast food, now gaze at water that took years to gather minerals as it trickled its way down from the Himalayas to within your reach.
And I, some of the purest water in the world…
stand here, trapped in a bottle.Come, enjoy the irony.
Sufficiently pithy and erudite to be worth sharing….
