I was cutting green peppers in the kitchen when I checked my phone.
I was sitting in a road side dhaba in Jaipur eating mushroom soup.
I was sitting in the back of a restaurant waiting for our lunch.
I was sitting at my computer waiting for a reply and I got an email.
I was sitting in the car on the way back home from the drive to the south coast.
And again, and again, and again.
Each time I heard it, I shook and shrivelled. Turned smaller. Fought the wave.
I know it has been my overwhelming optimism that has helped me carry such a weight.