I believe that the most important thing in life is the journey. The one that begins at our birth and ends with our death. I believe that what we do in this small, irrelevant (only in the cosmic scheme of things way) amount of time is something that matters a lot. In totality. In every sense. To us. To our Existence.
What I'm talking about here is this: The small amount of time we spend on this planet is limited. We are born not knowing anything, with a little time to change things here & there. My point is, is it worth spending this lifetime we get, in pursuit of rather narrow, limited, conceited, self-centered goals that we fix early on in life with neither the knowledge to make the decisions nor the foresight to think about it.
Here I am right now, sitting on a bench on the railway station, for seven odd hours, stuck between changing trains. And I wonder about many things. Like the five or so hours that remains. About the aspects of life one see from the sidelines. About a sweetheart friend who has finally finished her engineering and with whom i won't be spending sinful moments gulping hot delicacies from the roadside stalls in Ranchi.
Friday, February 2
Thursday, February 1
LOSLI : 0
On my way back home for the winter vacations, I managed to get myself stranded for seven straight hours on THE most enthralling of all places to be: New Delhi Railway Station, Platform 1, Bench 36. After an hour or so of cursing my luck, I finally settled down to writing. What resulted is here before you now. I give you
Life or Something Like It
:
An agony in 17 fits
In small, easily digestible servings, which shall be henceforth referred to as LOSLI.
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