Her: Off late most of my friends are going thru what they call a quarter life crisis.
Me: Hmmm… I didnt know there was something like a quarter life crisis. I hv heard about a half life crisis… but…
Her: Well thats what they call it. Thats what they “all” call it.
Me: Hmmm
Her: You know, It would be a lie if I told you that I didnt think of the things they thought or didnt feel what they think they are experiencing. But you know calling it a crisis is probably a bit too much.
Thoughts
Last 12 days…
Here is a short list of things I did in the last 12 days (for the first time in my life). Lets see if I can remember them all :P In the last 12 days, for the first time in my life I… visited another country(not counting walking to the border of Bhutan :P ) … Read more
Conversations With Her – The Date…
Her: So did anything happen on your date?
Me: It depends… (thinks) When do you call a date… a “date”?
Her: I dont know… Maybe if the guy picks up the girl and drops her back to her place…
Me: So if they meet at a pre determined place and leave from the place (separately) its not a date.
Her: So when do you call it a date?
Finding The Right Words…
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
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.