today sweet wind is strolling in my campus. clouds are being pushed by the wind. i was on my way to library; books have never been of that much interest to me as the thing which i ususally meet in the way to library; today it was wind. i tried to touch the wind. my thoughts were taking a ride on wind; i was feeling touch of thoughts, of mine or somebody else. Can we separate wind and thoughts?? my thoughts were dancing with wind on the surface of water of powai lake. ya lake was also dancing with thoughts and wind....