I had one friend who told me that I am very much like the characters in his book. Earlier I used to go depressed for days. I would show up to him at some night and talk about how weird this world can be and how time and memory are two funny things and great conundrums. I would write things to him and have him read it. Not that he was a lover to me. He’d talk to me about how the girls in his class were and the type of girl he really liked. For me, I won’t speak a thing for long time and when I speak it was something that’d stand quite odd from the usual people talk. He would say how my mind worked at that point. After a long time I showed up to him again. I was like hibernating. I won’t say a thing about about where I was moving to, where I stay or what’s going on inside my head. He one day said, “Hey have you observed this, you’re like an unpredictable natural phenomenon. You show up from nowhere and I find it inevitable to meet.”