Sumit, in his own words, is a compulsive thinker, occasional poet, intense listener, clumsy biker, hushed laughter, inept stalker and, well, a shy hugger. He loves to drift outside, recollect the last night’s dream and tell himself that it’s not an addiction. In parties he observes people dancing and jostling from a corner of the room. He prefers unlit corners. If you lean onto his door, you’ll catch silence, or maybe a scream. An IIM grad, he lives alone in Chennai.