Vacation Home With Archana
7 AM. It had been one hell of a couple of months; work, travel, and then some more. Although physically, there wasn’t much, mentally, I was exhausted. I desperately needed an out. To my oasis, marooned somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, on an island all by myself with just enough wine and water to spend the rest of my life. Hah! Wishes! A dream, a fucking good dream at that! This apartment will have to do for now, and although it is light years away from my idyllic island, it’s real. I...