"A while ago I could sleep. I used to go to bed at 11,11.30,12 and sleep. Now I can't. It is strange really. I mean strange for me because, me-oh! I can sleep for hours. Not one of those lame excuse for sleep when you wake up every 17 minute. Sleeping for hours without a dream. Because I could sleep for hours, doesn't mean that I am lethargic. I walk. Walk all the way from here to somewhere around Ashram Road. I know if I tried I could've even gone till the Station. Maybe I will walk to Gandhinagar someday. Sometimes when I run out of places to walk, I walk around the house.We don't even notice that there are hundreds of things, right in our home that need to be seen,observed. When its really dark and after a while you begin to get the idea that what is placed where, you can walk around in your own house, without being noticed. You can then look at those things.Observe and appreciate. Ridiculous it is, because sometimes I can go hours without getting out of the bed. Not sleeping. Just lay on the bed. It is so comfortable and convenient, that things like "face-scrubs" and "moisturizers" don't really matter. Now, I can't do all of these. I try to ignore it. Sometimes it works, sometimes it makes things worse. Sometimes I feel like going to the verandah or even better-out of the house. But I don't. I wouldn't want to wake others up."

12/3/2005.