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I write this enjoying the mumbai weather; dark clouds, temperatures hovering around 27 degrees, quiteness in the air and a cool breeze; sitting near the window in the topmost floor in the BH. The current feeling is that of loneliness and the need to be loved. I only hope i am being a bit expressive about it. My friends would call me a sissy for expressing such feelings. But who cares, really, except me. I sit here and look at the people scuttering along towards some work or other, i only wonder what ut could be. The skyline is getting greyer and darker with each passing minute, the birds are calling their kind to, i suppose, tuck into the nest and huddle-up together to warm themselves with their body heat. A few street lights have been switched on lighting up the path to the institute; it reflects on the lake, which having lost a lot of water to the scorching heat is finally relishing the opportunity to re-fill and rejuvenate the life that it bears. A light mist lifts off the ground and the lake; the security guard checks the area; a few construction workers relieve themselves in the lake. Enter my roomie and before i ask him, he understands that with the lights off and with only the laptop shedding any light in the room, i am enjoying the situation and he agrees that it stay this way.

Out in the horizon i see the real mumbai, the silhoutte of the skyscrapers and the one hill which stands out and one that has intrigued me for quite a while. I am listening to a motley collection of songs, english, hindi; but they all share one common tone, a tone of love and loneliness, something that goes well with my current state of mind. Aaah!!! I wish i had someone to share this feeling. Glen Hansard's 'Falling Slowly' is giving me company now.