Courtesy of Sandeep's iBook - Taken during Virtuoso last year but a grim reminder of what my life has been these past weeks and the weeks to come. I do wish term papers can be done on their own or that my fingers can move over these keys and play them as beautifully as the Pianist would, at the same time, churning out ideas and carefully scripted sentences at the speed of 1500 words/hour. It's the season for late nights, once again.