November 20, 2001
I love my roof. I don’t go there anymore that often. May be because I just don’t get enough time to. But I used to love going there before. It gave me a sense of freedom, liberty; to sit alone under the open sky. I used to go only at night. Hoping nobody would call me for anything urgent. Most days I would just look at the sky and sing. I loved singing on the roof. Because I knew that was the only place no one heard me and I could sing as loud and bad as I wanted to.