Sunday afternoon...

Sweating it out at home; The typical Mumbai heat

Havent swiched on the fan as usual; I dunno why I always forget to do that!!!
Phamily calls me for lunch; Just about to head for that

The lines penned by Manas ring through my head, without any context:

"The silence breaks her down, on the wall she hurts her hand
She don't know, nothing can hurt him now, not anybody, anything
Would you stay, stay for me...."

Be back after lunch...