Indeed last year I was convinced for weeks that I had turned 43 after June 12th when i was only... 42.
How India can make you loose track of time, of references at time!
This time I even feel so much younger, probably because I am surrounded by MBAs around 22, maybe because I take good care of myself swimming every day, eating well, veggie, and sleeping sound! (after long hours of studying).
No real stress for basic life here, you only have to study.
And at times invite a few friends to celebrate, sing and rebuild the world.
And teachers that finally understand how to feed me! Chicken tandorri!
Which like their class, gave me a huge indigestion the next day!
And the magical touch of my friend Deepak, not only guiding my research and writing: