On par with instinct
Coorg was out. There was simply no time. Mysore was too far. Everything else was sold out. My son had already spent an entire week of Dussehra holidays sitting quiet and being exceptionally good. There was one more week to think about and nowhere to go. Raves followed rants and everyone who was willing to listen got an earful of of our bleak situation, courtesy an unforseen, unrelenting and grossly unwelcome commitment. It really got ugly when I lost availability of the last vacant accommodation... Sign in to see full entry.