|sent from: London, UK. destination: Bombay, India|
Two shirtless men are handing out flyers on the corner of Oxford Circus.
“Doin’ alright?” I hear one say to the other.
“Yeah, but I should be chatting up more girls.”
It’s a hot day. It’s been a hot week. People wanted summer; be careful what you wish for. I realise that this heat, in which people are collapsing, train tracks are buckling, streets are melting, in Bombay is merely ‘Tuesday’.