Suniti is wise. She wants to see me relax this summer. Take a break. I am sitting in Far Park at 7pm, in a deserted section that used to be a school. The grass here is what took over when the land could once again see the sun. The park, with its official, planned grass, is ahead of me but out of view. I can hear the tings and tongs of kids playing.

I'm not sure adults get breaks.