Beasts of Burden

I was staring out the open office window at the busy street when it began to pour. I’d been thinking how like the way offices used to be in my youth, open to the outdoors. Unlike now, when we are hermetically sealed, and isolated away inside them. It was as if I’d landed somewhere in my past. Ishwar walked up to me standing there and said that if it rained too much we couldn’t go home. What ? He repeated that again for me. There were any number of things that I didn’t understand about where I was. That was the first one I paid attention to. But I didn’t know why. - Bangalore, India, 1999