Sunil is losing sleep

Meenakshi, your comment was a nice wake up call.

Sunil has indeed gone somewhere.
Sunil is now in Chennai, the city of bad sewers and really bad lodges.
Sunil can't sleep at night because he misses his parents and friends. Yes, even though he is 30 years old.
Sunil can't sleep because his bed is infested with bugs and other creatures of the night.
So Sunil comforts himself with some new books and old port wine.
Yet, Sunil is lonely. Tired. And a bit melodramatic (which is why he is writing like this).

Look at him, savouring one last moment of triumph in Trivandrum. Searching for the meaning of life in a can of Pepsi.

Silly Sunil.

12 hours ago

Saturday night at office. It's nearly midnight and we are a wee bit sozzled. The guy sticking out his tongue at the camera is Smithesh.


I laugh a lot these days. Not because I am happy. But just to keep myself sane.

5 Favourite Sounds

1. The rustle of a woman’s dress. Especially a saree.

2. The soothing gurgle of a small stream.

3. The yowl of a strong wind.

4. The rumble of a goods train at 3 am at night (I live close to a railway station).

5. I can’t tell you. You will think I am a pervert.