It has been a while since I have written a NY story! I had a temporary memory relapse and all of a sudden I forgot them all :S (Sarah is going to kill me now) but they are coming back to me.Anyway.Earlier in our trip to NYC we didn’t know where we will be staying. Everyone was all over the tri-state area and my dad thought it ridiculous, so, in all his wisdom, he congregated us to stay over in Marriot Marquis hotel until the issue was resolved. Of course, if I knew how to orgasm back then, I would have done so – I was that excited.You see, there is something about hotels that...

“200 thousand books,” Sarah told me with lots of pride. I wasn’t with her at all, mentally, when she said this blasphemous hypocrisy. My eyes were fixed on the librarian. But let’s rewind a little bit. On a random day, like all unlabeled, unnamed days when you are on holiday, Sarah and I happened to go to a local and small public library. We had earlier decided that day it would be a Day of Profound Enlightenment and there would be no better way to spend it than lounging around with an elite class of kids engaged in exhaustive reading of obsolete books ranging...

“Come on chicken legs!” she said.I didn’t listen. I embraced the rain. It was cold, cold rain, and the sky had become a darker hue of purple. We had to rush home, but I didn’t want to go home. I loved the rain.She pedaled ahead of me, and I had to follow suit otherwise I would have lost my way back to the house. The rain was pouring hard enough to even cloud my vision. And the fact that I wore eye glasses did not help my perception of my surroundings in the least bit.Remember the movie “Singing in the Rain”? I actually never got to watch it until three...

Rainy Day on 44th Street by ~mr-anathema on deviantARTOne of the many often lovely yet disturbing facts about NY is that the weather changes several times in a single day. What starts off as a sunny day with brilliant sunshine changes into a depressing thunderstorm followed by a tornado warning and then back to sunny, some fog, then it clears, followed by another thunderstorm, then it clears.Of course all this happens in 2 hours.Not having a template of clothes to wear for a given weather, NYans simply wear whatever they feel comfortable with (men going out shirtless or women out with only...

Although I was good at table tennis, I was never good at the actual full-scale sport. As elegant and graceful as I may seem when attempting to strike the tennis ball, I discovered that, for me at least, tennis should be played vertically rather than on the ground’s surface. I don’t care if they have to string someone up and hang them from a window. I just can’t seem to be able to swat the ball in a nice curve across the net.One of the kids who played tennis back in the States went by the name of Tom (although I think it was Bob but Tom is just easier to type). He was...