Slice Of Life

As a young, aspiring man who is in his mid-twenties, Eb thinks a lot about what he wants to achieve: he wants to write a lot, read a lot, watch a lot, travel a lot, think a lot, practice a lot, observe -in detail- a lot, but he feels he is losing a battle with time on a continuous basis. And, it is not pessimism that makes him feel so but, the want to eat up, juice up, drink up all that he wants from his time. Now, this is very very tangible to write, say, think, or, feel about; he knows these things are around him through the internet. But, like almost all humans, humans who are eager to know their deeper self, he is unaware about the core of what he wants to achieve. That’s the tough battle. But, as if procrastinating this core desire, his daily concern only revolves around ways to manoeu...

I am changing significantly; I can feel it very strongly. I am transitioning more towards being an anti-social soul, satisfied to meet only certain people. More than ‘ I don’t know why?’ I want to know ’ I don’t know how?’ The ‘how’ part is damn fascinating; feels like discovering a new me. Though, I am not fully sure about the details, you know. Because, There is a sense of confusion looming over this revelation. But yeah… there is a change. Definitely. Now a days, I feel that it is a waste of time to meet people for hours, and meet so many of them; basically, all of them, and, on successive days. Am I fool to literally fuck my holidays to meet people, suck up my time, and also, to waste money, of which I have meager? You see, I just cannot meet everybody, and don’t think that I am acting out like a celebrit...

I was exactly at the mid of the road and sea, impervious to the traffic behind me. It was magical, the power of the sea, how it could filter those traffic sounds behind me so effectively? I had come here after two months, and first time at this time of the day. The fading sun made the water look shimmering golden, the rest looked a spectrum ranging from golden to white to light blue to darker blue with whitish tinge. I was like those washed up fishes being gulped and chewed by an army of crows on the beach. Because, I was Surrounded by young couples making hesitant love in broad day-light, unaware of the life around. I guess, they didn’t notice my presence, or were hardly unaffected, but I didn’t miss a chance to observe them: I, quite blatantly saw their self-consciousness, nervousness, fear, awkwardness in a public space even though this was sort of t...