When afternoons are spent walking in the hot summer sun trying to get to cooler places such as Laddu's sat-tola or Chini's opposite Presidency. When no distance is too long to trudge. No excuse lame enough not to. With a company where being broke never makes you stand out. Where people have a reason but no plan. Where roadside lebu jol and lime cordial pegs cordially cohabit.
Where no one expects you to smell of lavender at the end of a hot sweaty summer sojourn. Where girls can fart fanatically and still get away without being damned and with little or no defamation. These days are kind. These Times are wonderful.
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
All those night when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail;
And your third fiance didn't show;
Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
The morning's looking bright;
And your shrink ran off to Europe,
And didn't even write;
And your husband wants to be a girl;
Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.