“In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul on unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapours.”
Marcus Aurelius
A boy who shamelessly loves his grandmother and long dead grandfather for they raised him lovingly.
A boy who was shy as fuck! He would fucking sweat talking to any girls … especially his fucked up crush.
A boy who’d write love letter for his friends. … his future girlfriend too!
A boy who’d find all the joy in the world — over 5 Rupees that he’d carefully tuck inside his pocket.
A boy whose email address once read, ’emmetvijasy@hotmail.com’.
A boy who loved popsicles but had cried night after night over petty break up.
A boy who had learned to make his tie from his sister, suit from his best friend and regular clothing from his brother.
A boy who’d jog at Siddha Pokhari like holy fuck (all, despite being so fucking thin), plus wouldn’t even care to know why he was doing that in the first place.
A boy who has always fallen in love with making & breaking & trying & creating of things, and the process, and the details of it. This one hell of an insatiable curious character, him.
A boy who still dances alone in his room and fucking sings out loud in the bathroom; a boy who loves thinking, writing, a boy — who sometime in the future yearns to be a man; who loves, loves and loves non-fiction books, and sexy codes and his hardcore mortal mentors; from Charles Bukuwoski to Marcus Aurelius.
A boy closed to the outside world but flamboyantly f.o.o.k.i.n.g open inside.
Minimalist.
An insignificant significant sapien.
Raw. Learning. Growing. Breathing. Living. Grieving. Exhausting. Enjoying.
Sadly, one day, all this will come to an end for him, just like it did for few of his cousins as well as family members.
[pause]
Most certainly, he will leave one day.
Hopefully, …
Gracefully!
And, nothing should matter.
Nothing will matter.
And it’s okay!