I've been living in the guesthouse for more than a month now. They're probably going to put up my picture on the door of this room now.
The guy that takes care of this guesthouse is called Kumar. He's the only company I have on most days (don't get this wrong). It's strange how every once in a while we meet people that in some way will have a lasting impression on us. Kumar is like a mother to me right now. He's worried if I don't eat. He's awake when I come back late. I feel more at home here than I do in Bombay (which technically is home).
Kumar knows Krishnamachari Shrikkanth, Sunil Gavaskar and Ravi Shastri personally (irrelavant information, but impressive). He cooks the most amazing food in the world (yes, he even beats the mother). I will miss him when I'm gone.
He surely deserves some space on my blog. If you notice, there are only few that get this luxury.
Also, he has this perennial smile stuck on his face.