CH slurs, after he nibbles on the bits of fruit — steeped in alcohol, and yet the healthy part– from my favourite drink, “I don’t know what to do with my life. I don’t know where it’s going.”
CH, for info, is all of 19. And has just joined school for Engg.
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So I tell the aforementioned story to Mike, while he talks of his 14 year olds. “I didn’t know how to answer him”, I say. Mike pulls the chain of thought along on and finishes with a question “Life, universe and everything. You know the answer?”
Mike needs to read more Indian blogs. If there is one number infinitely abused, and prime factorized — it’s 42.
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I use the word “angst”. This other guy I was speaking to didn’t know what it meant.
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I ask the girl if she has a map of the city. I don’t want to get lost, you see. She tells me, “Mine is torn, but can you, indeed, read maps? I get lost on a map.”
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The fifteen year old American gets confused when I mention Nadal. Who? Tennis? World number 2? But isn’t that Federer?
Well, we don’t know, he soon may be.
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you are back! angst starts at 19 now? hmmm perhaps it did back when i was that age too. Good to see you back in action.