It was raining most of last night - it was god's way of keeping the night awake , I think - it was keeping me company . . .


I've been travelling like mad - five different cities over three trips in three weeks - not bad , eh ? I wonder how long I can be floating around like this - sooner or later I am going to have to 'settle down'. Aarrghh - I don't think I even like the sound of that !


' You can know too much , but you might not know enough. '


Mehendi is a funny thing ; I cannot stop being amused by how its contact with a surface leaves behind such a beautifully coloured mark - something that cannot be transferred , modified or replicated - shows up to brighten up the entire palm , and then quietly vanishes into oblivion . . .


I simply love Varun ; he has recently shocked me with his emotional growth - I think Pratibha has done him a world of good . . . He's the only one I can say has 'lasted the years' - everyone else has faded - slowly , but steadily . . . Varun is still as wonderfully weird as he has always been - I don't think it can be taken out of him - I cannot imagine him without the silly jokes , mad faces , bizarre body language or the sunky reactions - but what is important is that he's so much more than that now; deeper , I would say - noone can simply write him off anymore - it has been wonderful to watch him as the years have passed - hope to continue for many more !