A birthday to worry through...

It was my birthday... I really didn't want to tell my colleagues about it, but they asked for a cake at the Chinese restaurant for me at dinner time.
Still, I didn't feel happy... I'm 36 and I'm going to start something very new in about a month. I should be happy that I'm getting the chances that all reporters would crave for. The private e-mails I received added some agony to my mental state and it doesn't seem like it's going to be a happy ending in that sense...
Well, when I get back I'll go over many things about my private life, and I will try to do my best to get some better way to make us happy... some better way... which I have no idea of...

After having coffee with my colleagues in the afternoon, I went out to the largest bookstore in Bangalore to buy some books...

bookstore with lots of books, but I had no idea where the books I want were placed!

yes, the books about Iran and nuclear proliferation!

stopping by a state-run souvenir shop

having coffee at a shopping center!

In the evening, we took a Rikusha for the first time to a restaurant!

riding through the M.G. Road...

a Chinese dinner for my birthday!

A birthday to start thinking seriously about my latter half of the 30s... I gotta settle down more and think about all the advantages I will get from all of this!

And...

bye-bye Mrs. Clinton!