Akash: People are an interruption for Akash. If you ever met him at a coffee shop, or were seated next to him on a plane or on the metro ride home. You would be tempted to turn to him, maybe only to ask him the time. There is something about him that draws you to him, and yet all too quickly just when you think you have his attention, you lose him. It’s the way he likes it and he would turn to you maybe even smile and say – “I have no interest in you. Absolutely none – zilch”. And that would be the end. It isn’t personal with Akash – it never is personal. It is what it is. So, then who is he? This man who chooses to remain aloof, alone – always a stranger, maybe even to himself?
