Writing, being cheesy, is never easy. What I mean is, here everyone else is, minding their own business, and there you come over the horizon, waving a sheaf of papers and insisting that everyone read your crap, and give you their opinion. Well, what do you think? I prefer to save my shave for Sunday evenings. Exchange of info at Yamuna Bank station. Continue, please, with whatever you were doing before I was dead. Change your plans if they involved me, obviously, but please DO keep them in the same vein. I think about Life, The Universe And Everything In Between, by me, and I Think About You, by Guns n Roses. I actually put my hands up – ‘haath khade kar diye’ – for an answer to the question, where does all matter come from? Even energy has – had – to come from somewhere. I like it that I don’t fit the bill for being sales-pitched by these guys and girls employed at these retail stores. I like not having to turn them down. I like knowing exactly – almost – what I want. I woke up in the...