Much of where I think would be a great place to read is not where I actually do. Here's where I would have liked to have read The Tiffin a very moving story of the lives changed when a message goes astray in one of those large metal lunch buckets used to deliver hot lunch all over Bombay. Kunal is the perseverant orphan who searches for family through the story and ultimately finds it, maybe not exactly in the shape and form that he wanted it. I fancy myself as an empath which sometimes makes me take on a story too much so I found it hard to handle what beggars go through in India. I have a 10 year old grandson with some east Indian in his background and I can too easily imagine different circumstances for him. Pretty sure children can handle the difficult parts better than I did. This is a powerful story. And why I wanted to read it here is not just because of the water. I love to be close to a lake or ocean for ultimate Zen. But here I am close to the spirit of the girl who is inspiring my next story. I'm waiting for her to answer my questions. It's easier if I'm reading a good story.
PS As soon I clean off my desk, I hope to post a close up of The Tiffin. Or maybe that little girl stole it.