A whole lot of hot air

In India, on second class trains ('Sleeper' being the more PC form), you don't get the luxury of sheets and linen. As a kid, while traveling with my parents we always carried air pillows. Now out of these one was leaky...I don't know why we continued to preserve it...but it always ended up in our bags. Maybe it was difficult to distinguish from the others when flat and my Mom was too lazy to find out which one or maybe she played this game of Russian Roulette with us on the train (I always thought she had this slight smile on her face when she handed them out to us). Anyways, so there was always a distinct possibility that you would wake up lying with your head flat on the bunk bed...and you realize that you had been relying on nothing but hot air to provide you with a good night's sleep...and just like a whole lot of hot air...in the end it came to naught.
...And that my dear readers is all this blog is about...a whole lot of hot air...speculations, discussions...but not really leading to comprehensive conclusions...
So when you have nothing better to do and have counted all the fruit flies hovering over that uneaten fruit on your table, please drop by for a read...I'll usually have something up, even though it maybe quite irregular at times.