
First things first .. I called up home and Mrs Mukherjee followed suit. The kitchen was picture perfect .. but somehow the ovens didn't work and we made some noodles in the microwave ...

We forced ourselves to sleep ... kept tossing and turning till the morning bathed in golden glory beckoned us to a propah american breakfast in the hotel lobby. The breathtaking view of the hotel then struck us ... it was really cool. The manic monday crowd had gone by our late post nine breakfast congregation ... we enjoyed the luxuriously fluffy omlettes and crushed apple juice ... perfect beginning to a perfect day ... or was it ?
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