He stares pointlessly into the cold nothingness, the dark eyes betraying no expression. A soft light from the room’s only window paints the picturesque heaven outside.

The tear rolls quickly, suddenly, down the contours of his disheveled face. Then, before it falls onto his straightjacket, it emancipates into a snowflake.

Ramit Das is partly a Computer Science student, partly a mathematician, but full-time a Philosopher. He gets lost thinking about how he thinks.