Bossque.

The number of days I am back in Singapore after the India trip can be easily counted by 1 of our upper limb. And even so, I'm starting to miss India already.

I miss Delhi.

I miss Jhansi.

I miss the aridity.

I miss the doldrums.

I miss the peacefulness.

I miss Butterscotch.

I miss the desert fan.

I miss the cookhouse.

I miss WeiXiong, Nantha and Casey.

I miss the medical centre.

I miss sickbay.

I miss the bunk.

I miss the chips.

I miss the sand.

I miss the thorns.

I miss the poop.

I miss the cows.

I miss the sheeps.

I miss the fireworks.

I miss the fun.

I miss the dancers. (Especially the one in green)

I miss the food.

I miss Agra.

I miss Taj Mahal.

I miss the Hotel.

I miss the buffets.

I miss my packet.

I miss the air stewardess.

I miss buddy. (Ye Kai)

I miss Rebecca Koh.

--------------------------- I MISS INCREDIBLE INDIA! ---------------------------