When I Was In Class 9, My Sister Was A Student Of English Literature At The University Of Delhi.
It Was A Bad Choice To Challenge Her To A "Who Has A Better Vocabulary" Contest.
I Tried My Best And The My " Obnoxious-Catharisis " Couldn't Stand A Chance Against Her 'Ideological Idyosyncrasies'.
I Loved Losing That Day.
Because The Experience Of Learning Was Bliss To Me.
I Miss Those Days.
Now, Whatever I Know Is The End Of Everything.
If There Is Something I Don't Know Then It Isn't Important.
I Wish This Could Be My Arrogance Talking.
But It Is My Ignorance That Speaks.
Taekwondo, Guitar , Books, Driving, Tennis, Pets - I've Forsaken Them All.
What's Next ?
Family And Friends? The Latter Doesn't Mean Anything Anyway. I'm Beginning To Lose Interest In The Former Too.
So That Leaves Me To Me.
Me.
