Spent an hour observing the aerial love games ofof Dragonflies. That's definitely something I always wanted to see. Rest of the weekend was spent doing something that I excel at, doing nothing. Someone again asked the one question that I always dread. A very basic question. I now hate my long answers, long rehearsed through practice. But this time, the question came with an added layer of frivolousness. At night, walking down the narrow lanes carved in the hills, a wayfarer, an impetuous visitor typical to the northern hill stations of India any time of the year, shot the question towards me from across the road, 'Where are you from, Baby!' How you wish your life was more like a Ritwik Ghatak film and how it keeps turning into a 'K.C. Bokadia Presents'. Pinball machine. Thanks to all the school in Mussoorie, game archades are still in business. Grip Test. I am a clerk. Shani gaya tel lenay shaniwar...