My life feels like a record needle has been scratched across it. And I am now convinced that all of life's 50-50 situations going your way are all about kismat and nothing else.
I'd said in this space back in June last year that there could be two ways that this could go--either it would make me or it would break me. Well, unless something truly remarkable happens, I can point to this afternoon and say that this was the moment that broke me.
Also, this is the 50th post on this blog. Whoopee.
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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