Every year, when the 26th rolls around, whether I am cycling atop a mountain the Andes or shivering through a chilly winter day in Paris, I remember lying in my bed as it trembled in the cool air of a Janaury morning in Bombay.
Every year, when the 26th rolls around, whether I am cycling atop a mountain the Andes or shivering through a chilly winter day in Paris, I remember lying in my bed as it trembled in the cool air of a Janaury morning in Bombay.