The scariest questions of all usually hit you when your foggy brain is still kicking in for the day. ‘Any morning meeting?’ On Saturday morning, when it registers that I don’t owe WPP a timesheet for the next 48 hours, I intend to promptly go back to sleep. That should take care of the morning. In the afternoon, my puppy has a play date. So I intend to spend a glorious afternoon watching two fur balls bouncing off the walls. After which, I shall finally go see Three Idiots. So I can finally be in on the joke when all the other idiots go ‘Aaal is well’.
I’m hosting an American harpist this weekend, so on Sunday morning we intend to trek at the Kanheri caves. More like she will trek and I will wait in the shade. But the evening is something I’m really looking forward to. My harpist friend who’s toured Paris, Berlin and most of the US will be jamming at home with some musician friends of mine. One harp, a couple of guitars, hopefully a djembe and some old old friends. And no 10 pm deadline!
(Louella Rebello is creative director, O&M)
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