For a guy who wipes his fingers off of a door curtain, what life would be like five years later is like a child’s fantasy: Flying objects, crawling creatures and soul devouring demons. I don’t know why career never crosses my mind. I think about it but never enough. But people expect otherwise. Interviewers are the worst. I wish I knew the answer they looked for.
Talking about breakfast, I’m hungry. A few minutes ago, I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and forgot what I was searching for. I mean, it’s a fridge. What could it possibly be?? Walking back into my room, I realised I needed something to eat and I’m definitely not going back into the kitchen.
Five years, my ass.
Bharath Upendra considers himself a regular Joe who unapologetically talks about the usual and obvious. Writing to him is like an uninvited guest who still hasn’t left and to whom he’s gotten used to anyway.
You can find more of his writing at Bharath’s Banter where he speaks his mind and writes his heart.
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