My office sits humbly in the shadow of what will tonight be the world’s tallest building. I should be marveling at the Arab race’s great achievement. I should be awestruck at the technological prowess and architectural genius that makes this possible. Yet, all I seem to do is yawn and go… what a bore!
Maybe it’s jetlag thanks to a seven-hour flight delay. Maybe it’s the India hangover. Yes, India, the land where pre-conceived notions and sanitized lives are crushed by the sheer size and weight of a billion lives, a billion realities. If size matters, then India wins.
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A thumbs up might denote a "India hangover" or an Indian hung up but this post was a nice read.
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