I have come to appreciate my parents’ choice of location to build our house 15 years ago, in what seemed at the time a far-flung residential colony sandwiched between two national highways.
For any Disegno readers who might turn up at my door, the view from the terrace is quite pretty – a range of continuous low hills that turn from brown to green as the rains arrive. The change in season is marked by spurts of harmless wildfires in early summer, and herds of white sheep grazing happily in late monsoon.