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My room is suddenly filled with moths. They stumble in through the window at evening, drift about in the fan-air currents, hit and ricochet off walls and tubelights, descend upon typing fingertips gently dripping wing dust. I don’t much mind their invasion. (I’m quite amiable towards all sorts of insects except cockroaches and the ones that bite.) And moths are the most fascinating creatures. Not so extravagantly flashy as butterflies, but the patterns on their wings are equally intricate in muted shades. Because I’ve been confined at home for long stretches of late, I appreciate it that their erratic whirring keeps me company. My moths and I stay awake and whirring through the nights.

I now have a work email address! This is going to go into the list of firsts when I fill up that obligatory summing-up-the-year meme in another couple of months. I’m working with people I’ve wanted to work with from right when I became aware of their existence. Everytime I glance at my name and the company name connected by an @, it inevitably puts a smile on my face.

The nights have been growing longer and this makes me glad. When the entire locality has turned off its fans, I can hear faint strains of fajr namaaz from the Anwar Shah Road mosque in my room. In December I will even be able to listen to the local trains whistle as they pass through the station at Garia, some 8-9 kilometres of cityspace away from here. My little room stretches and stretches until the walls fall off into darkness; straddled on my minuscule bed I’m a boatman at infinite sea. There is so much to look forward to this winter! I have so much sunshine in my heart I can set awash an entire planet. Please don’t take my sunshine away, okay? Okay. =]