Wednesday, May 20th

Dear pol, 

I wanted to write a lot of things today. But as I sat down to write this, I discovered that all the interest which I had in the morning to write this had gone. I spent an hour watching a few video clips on youtube and I finally decided to write this thing before I leave for home. 

Sand returned on Monday. She called me up early in the morning to inform me that she was back. She sounded very tired, so she didn't speak much. We exchanged a few messages yesterday but today as I got up, I had a strong longing for her. I called her up very early in the morning. She was awake but not out of bed. We had a very long conversation, probably one of the best in months. No wonder I was in a cheerful mood all day. See what such simple things can do?  

She told me a few interesting things today, concerning this blog. Apparently, this blog has become quite 'famous' in a few circles. 'Famous', in the sense that this blog has made a few people curious about me. I assume that these are the ones who have begun reading this blog ever since I started choosing them. I wanted people to read my blog but I didn't want them to become curious about my identity and start guessing who I could be. To tell you frankly, I don't think they will get anywhere by trying to find out who I could be, for I am a complete non-entity for most of them. Even if I look at them in the eye and tell them that I am Photon, I am sure I will get rebuked for 'lying'. As I told you, I am a non-entity. 

God has given me two things in life ever since 'that moment'. One is the job that I have now. And the other is Sand. In my previous mails, I might have ranted about my job and my boss but I love my job as much as I love Sand. The other thing that I have begun loving these days is this blog. This has given me a new identity, a new quest and a new hobby. I am loving this. 

This afternoon, as I was struggling with the fumes of concentrated sulphuric acid, boss was chirping all the while about why Prabhakaran must not have been killed. I have got tired of this. I understand his feeling for a fellow Tamilian, but why keep sulking over it in a room that is already filled with depressing fumes? I admire one thing in boss though; he can withstand fumes of any strength. He will survive even if you dip him into a bottle of 2N concentrated sulphuric acid. After all, this is what he has been doing all his life. 

I have to go home now. My team is playing today. It's a do or die for them. If I leave now, I will catch a glimpse of Preity Zinta atleast twice. I hope to see her wearing that big smile today. 

Take care. 

Photon.