Six hundred emails lie in wait.

It has been an incredibly hard slog at work, this week. The first one at work after two on the road. Sometimes makes you wonder what the point of taking a vacation is. Especially one where, each vacation day is actually quite tiring.
So after despairing at unanswered emails, unopened attachments and a weighing scale that seems to see through and detect every last fry, and every milkshake that went into the making of this trip, here is a blog post. At long last.

San Francisco, Evening 1: Mou and Deep's place

Mou is a cousin, who teaches economics at SF State. Deep her husband is an international trade specialist (trained as a lawyer) and they have a beautiful apartment on the close to SFSU. This has often been home-base for us, when visiting SF. It served as base again. Aniruddh and Aditi, old friends from architecture school and now Oakland residents, showed up at Mou's place and we chatted and drank wine till late into the night. Changing out loads from the washer to the drier. It was a Saturday evening and we had planned ahead not to drive long-distance the next day.

Aditi

Mou and Deep, Sunday morning, headed out for a nephew's annaprasan.

Mamta, Sat evening, slipping back into eastern time.

The kids eating paratha, after a week of mostly, highway food.

Mou, making parathas for the kids. I thought the lighting in the kitchen was pretty good.