Its that time of the day ! Quiet, alone and with myself. The city is silent even in the most busiest of hours. People, traffic, high rise housings, commercial establishments, all abound. But they exude a disciplined quietness. And as I sit by the illuminated screen, that make belief comic styled bulb lights up in a bubble above my head and I begin to talk ! Talk to myself !

There is a page, a DAY, a post, to formalize my conversation, to carry it at cyber speed to those that wish to listen in. Some come in silently, others with their own voice and opinion. Some with love and excitement, others with doubt and abuse. Some in disbelief, others with a diatribe reeking of cynicism. Some appreciative, others stern in disapproval.

Diversity in existence is a healthy pasture.

Many among you urge me to write a book, a diary, an autobiography. I am incapable of all that. I am happy talking to myself and happy with those that come in and talk to me.

Its been a few hours that I have been conversing … did you get to hear me .. no ?

Perhaps not. I forgot to put the volume up ..

Amitabh Bachchan