I love interesting conversations. Given any day of college, I would gladly skip my meals, sit down with a group of intellectual individuals to have constructive discussions on meaning of life, far away galaxies, purpose of existence, love, poetry, Theory of Relativity and the Higgs-Boson particle rather than attending a bunch of somniferous lectures which add little or no value to my pursuit of true knowledge. A couple of days ago, this beautiful girl walked me through and w e shared this soul-stirring talk: Let's call her A. A : You write amazing poems. I really wonder how you manage to put so many thoughts into words! Me: Thank you very much. But very frankly I have not written any poem so far. A:(shocked) What do you mean? (pointing to the board on the side wall) You didn't write that poem displayed on the board? Me:(being modest) No. Although it has my name and copyright on the bottom right corner but to be very honest, I didn't write it. A:(perplexed...
I don't believe in magic, I rely on it ✨