From the inbox: Letters from a self-confessed superhero

From someone who makes my world a whole lot nicer.

12.
...got in to a black cab after weeks. I flip a coin,an Indian one rupee coin. When I take monumental decisions,yes taking a black cab was a big decision. I'm the poor banker,remember?...

I've never used the word-strange,as many times I have this year,month,week.
I don't often find myself in a strange place. I adapt and become a part of the surroundings. Slip in,like I've always belonged there.

...I hear you say, "only when I see them,I'll believe you" well, perhaps you will someday. Else they might be john nash like. Who knows. :)...and pretend to play the perfect cover drive. One step,one stroke. Often hooking and cutting, with a straight back and somewhat stylish...7 pints of pimms and 2 pints of fosters. Did you proud.

...I leave you with a story. Its about a boy who inherits his grandfathers type writer. His deceased uncles ray ban glasses. And his dogs chain.

...People can doubt him all they want,he achieved his dream, in front of those that really mattered. those that stood by him, every single day.
Finally the prince, became the king at his own home ground. The Eden Gardens.

and my favourite:
...The gods were kind, the skies lit up too. The cast included,the Italian brothers who sang for us, the Lebanese soldiers went to war, they waltzed on screen. It was all part of the script...