I am. Am I? What is?

There are 4 Hermionies so far. All of this happened. I was a monkey dancing to the tune of snake charmers. I am a mischievous miscreant. Like the sense of beauty which takes a moment to settle in and then keeps on unsettling forever, I was rattled by a conspicuous little word 'love'. And as it happened, I was paralysed as if struck by a thunderbolt. All of this happened.

I don't know much about the 4 Hermionies but I know this - some got married, some are settled, some unsettled and some disappeared. So last night I was drifting like an abandoned space-craft in the unfathomable darkness of being-in-the-world, I chanced upon Hermionie 2's blog. So an event took place yet again. I realised she has not become so different, that she is a little like I expected originally - has a sense of wonder and believes in the impossible. She prodded me to act, to not wait for perfect timing.

But for those still hooked on Sachin's perfect timing of the perfect straight drive to Glenn's perfect yorker ... well enough of mesmerisation. Enough of delays. Enough of procrastination. Enough of interviews. Enough of practice. Enough of enoughs.

I, hereby, declare myself defenceless in front of my adversary, the conscience, the good judgement, the critique of my world.