Standing shirtless at my 7th floor balcony on a warm Mumbai night watching life as it zips past on the road below. A beggar on the street loosens his sack and spreads it around on the floor as he settles down for the night; in the office building right across, two windows continue to burn bright in white light as some professional valiantly tries to meet a looming deadline; a car with music blaring from its woofers zooms past on the gold tinted road below; and far far away over the horizon, an aeroplane begins its glittering descent to a city on the verge of slumber.

My windchime rustles in the warm breeze at the window, the bells reminding me that I too should lie down, close my eyes and go to sleep, putting an end to the weary day behind. But there is still work ahead, things that I (ever the rebel) have chosen to do, things that pay off not now, but in the longer run. It is the wait that rankles the skin - the goal though alluring at times seems so far away, just within reach and yet so much beyond, and the distractions are manifold.

"A dream is not what you see while you sleep, a dream is what does not let you sleep."
President APJ Abdul Kalam

Miles to go before I sleep, miles to go before I sleep...

Moody, melancholy and much confused,
Cyril Paul

"Come and hold my hand, I want to contact the living,
Not sure I understand, this role I've been given
I sit and talk to God, and he laughs at my plans,
My head speaks a language, I don't understand..."
 - Robbie Williams
"Feel"