I am reading John Grisham's "The Associate" currently. At one point, the leading character Kyle goes on a boating vacation and envies their tour guide who is earning much less than him but needs even lesser.

Some of these mornings, as I am working on my laptop I remember that road out of Ooty, the small typing office on the 2nd floor of that building at the roadside and the girl darting across the road to collect a fresh stack of papers from someone - as the Nilgiris stand guard across the horizon.

How I want them to stand guard outside my window! But funnily enough, I wouldn't want the multiplexes and multi-quisine restaurants to go away. :-(