“His long pointed nose, tells me that someday this boy will be a very successful man”, said the wise one.
How and when, nobody told him.
The darling of the world, the vision of his father’s eyes, the envy of the neighborhood parents, the pride of his workplace, so many sobriquets garlanded him all through his still young life. All his life, he’d been made to believe that he was a special kid-boy-man.
That life was about to end.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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