A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

My passion in Life


                                                                                                                            Location: On Earth

                                                                                                                           Time: 12 midnight

                                                                                                                           Character: Tom the liar

[Tom is somewhere in north-pole inside in an igloo. It seems that he is writing something. Let’s see what he’s up to now.]

November morning, five o’ clock, was pretty chilly, but as always I carried on with my routine. I woke up to get a shower in my igloo bathroom and in less than fifteen minutes I found myself in front of my study table. This had not happened for the first time. As soon as I have some work to do, I am always leaning my head upon some stuff before it’s four in my igloo clock even if it is on some autobiography of ‘Bob, the penguin’. 
 
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I remember I have always been reluctant to do my homework, the one which requires a lot of head to put on. Not maths, I liked figures but numbers made me sick. Ever since I was small, I wanted to do something in my life. But what, I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to put my brainy mind to focus upon some figures and numbers 24 hours a day until I am so furious of not solving a question that I pull every single hair off my head and become bald as that of some of my math teachers’. I wanted to do something odd, something different, and something extra-ordinary. Just then as I was thinking what would that be, I found myself being struck by something. I turned to my heels to have a look at the daring creature; I found it to be the book of “The Great Literates of the World” with a red, thick & hard cover. I had a brainwave and I found an electric bulb lighting over my head just as Newton might have had upon being hit by the apple. What was I in search of was always in front of me. After all these years my quest for my aim I had now finally found it. How could I be so dumb to be unaware of the undiluted power of the book? Finally, I could figure it out what I will be doing in my life “book binding”.
Location: Kathmandu 44600, Nepal

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