He's 22 now. He hides in BITS-Pilani, Hyderabad. He somtimes tries to write and sometimes, he writes. And sometimes, he just sits and counts the bricks in the wall. He loves the wind. He's heard it has all the answers. Just blowin' in it. How simple and helpful, he says. Does God exist? Why didn't Rosemary ever take the pill? Can Manchester United score? Go ask the wind, he shouts and guffaws like a madman. Crazy dude. I'll suggest you keep your distance from him. But look for the wind, I think he's right about that.