For the second time after coming home, I have lost my voice. This time much worse than the first. I can barely even whisper. And I have cough that feeling like my lungs are going to fall out of my mouth. Just the week before I go from home to almost home. And I cannot eat sour things for a week (three days down, woohoo) because of something I chose to do. Something long pending. Something I still am getting used. Something that puts me in the category of Mummy, Bamma, Chinnu and several other female ancestors. The vacation began with meeting someone I haven't met in ages, but felt as if it was yesterday. Thanks as ever TK. Then of course, another friend visited from Delhi. I always think its wonderful when people travel to spend time with you. It shows a lot about them and means a lot to me On one hand, I did manage to tick off several things on my to-do list. -Bombay (Pav bhaji, Home food, The usual take out places, Autos, 'malls', met old school friend and...