In another city-country.
Where they cant pronounce my name, but Tamil is still the fourth official state language.
Where I report to a Brit, and mail someone called Umut of indistinguishable sex and nationality.
Where petite women in barely there dresses throng the Chinese, Japanese,European and Indian restaurants set in a line next to the riverside.
Where the night ceases to be only when the dawn takes its place.
It’s a “fine” place to be they say.