From My Window

It's the end of Thanksgiving week vacation. Nisha is leaving in a few hours, Sneh is already on her train home. It's been an insane week of walking the city and catching up with Nisha. She's having coffee with her sister now as I look out of my window. It's cold and wet and misty. The city almost seems to feel my sadness as precious time with a dear friend comes to an end, and news of the aftermath of terrorist attacks in Mumbai continues to trickle in.