6.45 pm - It's been a long day at office. Weary, hungry, thirsty and tired I get my legs to cooperate and complete the last 100 m home. From my bus stop of course. It had been raining for the better part of the week and the place was swarming with insects. As I reached the lobby of my building, the dim fluctuating source of light was attracting a swarm of insects. Small and large. What struck me was the peculiar smell emanating from seemingly flightless fat little bugs. Looking at them, they should not be able to fly at all. The smell was awful.
A frequently quoted statement by Albert Einstein establishes the foundation of all innovation that we are currently embroiled with. “"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them."
"Damn!", I say to myself. "When will I ever get rid of these ". The vacation dissolves in front of my eyes as I stare down the random embossed patches on my forearm, appear and spread. Small islands coalescing into bigger islands. I sit inside my hut, at the margin of the inviting beach of Palolem. The hut itself is neatly anchored on solid wood columns that protect it from collapsing against the force of the tides. It's now been a month or so since I started getting reactions to the sun's ultraviolet.