"I felt blue too. Somehow, I have always associated my more liberalistic ideas and notions with the shades of that colour."

Early one morning, in a bus that was taking me to the Devadasi country that I so rave about, I dreamt this line. Yes, you read that right. I was asleep and remember those words floating by and arranging themselves in my head. I woke up and made a note of it on my phone.

A writer friend tells me it happens to him too. Does it?