Autobiography

My Experiences

My Experiments With Beliefs…

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What is your greatest fear?

I was 19 when that question was stuck in my head. Looking at in plainly it didn’t seem like a hard to answer. For some people it is death, for some it is insects and for some public speaking (that always reminds me of this Seinfeld Quote)… But what was the greatest fear for anyone. Ofcourse everybody didn’t have exactly one thing/event/whatever that scared them the most, it varied from person to person. I was hell bent on discovering the common thread that held them all together. Eventually I did find the answer.

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Down that Memory Lane…

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Lately I have been dedicating time to clean up my room, to the delight of my mother. Considering I have a lot of crap unused stuff stored away, I thought its the right time to minimize and put away things I dont use regularly to a proper storage. If you want to install custom storage cabinets and shelves in your home, you may consider hiring a Custom Closet Company in Philadelphia, PA.

A couple of days back I decided to take out all my old college books and move them. The main idea being that I could not find a couple of my old books and thought they are mixed up with those books. Fortunately I found the books I was looking for, but more importantly I found pieces of the past along the way.

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Finding The Right Words…

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When I finished writing The Sculptor’s Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience. A few … Read more

The Old Man And The Mountain

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The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold… he had once told a porter “Pain is important my boy… Its the most true feeling of being alive”.

People had called him insane, some had laughed at him, some pitied him. The mountain was a murderer, the old people of the village at tried to convince him. The truth was that only a few had returned from it and a even fewer remained sane enough to narrate the experience. No one had ever returned from the peak.

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