i’ve mentioned a few
times, some of
the reasons why
we’re here.
and though you
may be a little
too young to
remember everything
that you’re seeing
and doing,
this is still an
invaluable trip for
you.
you’re taking things in.
you’re learning.
you’re discovering.
and you’re here
with me.
in a place i
need to be,
helping me.
so yeah.
i guess you could
say that this
trip is mostly
for me,
your selfish father, [...]
so the other night
we to dinner at
your mom’s favorite
restaurant in bangalore.
a fancy vietnamese
place at an
even fancier hotel.
she
used to hang
out here
while she waited
for me to
finish my work day.
it was nice
to walk in
that night, and
see another reminder
of her…
her favorite flowers.
they were the
flowers she chose
for our wedding.
i can still
smell them
when i think
of that day.
and she [...]
this was a
fun day.
you were tired,
and maybe just
a little unreasonable.
so i picked you
up and dropped
you into a
beanbag chair to
try to
make you laugh.
it worked.
you made me
do it like, 500 times.
so many times,
in fact,
that my back
started hurt.
that day reaffirmed
one thing…
you are a
lot of fun.
and that day
helped me
realize something else…
i am
an old, [...]
i sit here,
where i write
each day,
at the end of the day,
waiting for
my best girl,
(with the help of her nanny),
to find her way
across town and
into my arms.
as i sit,
the sun, it disappears…
it doesn’t
so much as set
here as it gets
enveloped by
the smoke that seems
to rise from the
city at all times
of the day.
the mosquitoes are
on [...]