Yesterday night when I was being ridden by this two wheeler, metal framed, brake-bell clad cycle, I had to stop for some sort of celestial interrogation. Never heard of such a term? Well, it was the Moon, he/she needed some questions answered by me. I just stared at it (no gender conflicts) and it stared back with such clamness and we started conversing. And after some time, I set again on my routine night cycling. Wondering what we talked about? well, even I don't have an answer for that. But Iam sure we did speak. Enough of this crazy stuff. Hey know what I made a very good inference. "Virgins ride cycles". "the 40 year old virgin" protagonist did. I know that was rubbish. But hey, that is why am here. Am here to let out what pops up in my weird head space. You know sometimes you should just let go. I mean let it all out. This is how I do it. I don't have any idea what iam writing or going to write. But all I know is that I gotta write. I gotta feel lighter. I got so light one day that I started to rise in my plastic moulded yellow chair. I rose and rose and ended up on thorns. Where else is a rose supposed to land? that was a blunderous PJ. I don;t hear your laughter, so I know it didn't click. Oh seems like its time to go. go and let it all go. going........................gone..................still gone...