Memories

memories

“You want to learn how to write.”

“No sir. I want you to teach me writing.”

He stopped sipping and set the drink down. A cloud of gloom lingered in his eyes. The cup began to jitter atop the wooden surface of the table, the drink’s surface vibrating as if whipped by a wind. The silence got so cold I could feel it chill my bones. Outside, a dull sun towered above the buildings, accompanied by wraps of grey contrails. I could hear the distant hum of a mower, softly, like a choir of buzzing bees.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen,” I said. I’d learned, by reading his works, to maintain brevity. Statements like ‘I am sixteen years old’ were windy, boring.

“Do you intend to go to college?”

“Yes. Engineering.”

“Are you writing any exams soon?”

“I have the next six months free, sir.”

He sighed. “Do you have a mother?” Continue reading “Memories”

Walking In His Steps

It is oft said, “Standing on the shoulders of one who has been where you want to be gives you an edge.”

Certamente.

The principle cuts through sports, arts, and technology. The world best footballer according to awards and plaudits scored his first ever goal for his club with a lob. The pass that enabled the goal was played through by Ronaldinho – the world best footballer in that year. And you know how the footballer celebrated? He was backed by Ronaldinho. The then best player carried this rookie named Messi on his back and handed the torch.

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