There are days when I go Kaki's, at the corner of the field, leaning over newly imported plastic chairs, sipping tea, counting  vimanams and think of you. I have absolutely no idea where you live, but in my Culture Theory class, I sit and map your existence, believe me, I came down to a radius of 30kms- where my meaning of life is your 42. My friend told me I am a creepy stalker , of course, she absolutely had no idea about you, me or our story. I don't know, I really don't know why I keep thinking, keep missing, keep reading and keep hoping.

BTW Trump won.