As the familiar, melancholic theme song of Midnight Diner filled my living room, I felt a fierce longing for Tokyo that took my breath away.
I have gone every year for about a decade. This year, I was busy moving back to my home after renovating it and had to skip my usual January trip. Life and its labyrinthine pathways then conspired to keep me away from what I laughingly call my spiritual home.
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