Yesterday while heading towards a cafe with my best friends: ‘Unaccustomed Earth‘, black ink pen and journal, I met a school pal. He looked jolly the last time I saw him; I clearly remember him boasting about his degree, workplace and pay cheque. He looked like a rat to me now, the one who trades his soul in the race for a mere bunch of coins. I felt sorry, not for him, but his past good happy days. This is how I picture him — get well soon, ratties!
Also, read my related note ‘Powerless’.
Let there be Life... 