It is becoming more and more difficult these days to get any reading done during my morning cab ride to the office. It invariably starts to rain the moment I step out of the house. It is almost impossible to ignore the little raindrops as they make their way across the cab windows and make a pattering sound on the roof. It is an effort not to look at the overcast sky. The whole atmosphere has such a fresh romantic ring to it that I yearn to slip on the earphones and listen to songs from the Golden Era. But then I think of the Mint lying unopened in the backpack. If I don't read it in the morning, I won't be able to read it at all. I open the newspaper but can barely read because my eyes keep darting outside.

How I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day :-)