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A nerd's confession
(A mini-short love story)I talked about coffee and Global Warmng and contribution of coffee to Global warming.She talked about life and people, and I wondered if I should recite my poems.They don't exaggerate in movies; confessing is difficult, even whenlines are memorized."I know what you want to say, lover boy."I looked at her and felt naked.She smiled. Though no champion in non-verbal communication, I feltplay, and, love, and discernment in her smile. Saying anything seemed needless.It was perfect.So I ruined it, "Listen, my social and emotional quotients aren’t thathigh..

The Secret
Bathing Is Magical.When I would be on my deathbed, drawing my last breaths...these would be final words for posterity, for men reveal the most obscured secrets when the curtains of their lives are falling. And I, a man of knowledge and wisdom, will sure have a lot to reval but nothing would be as significant and as mysterious as this- Bathing Is Magical.This secret, like all secrets of nature, becomes obvious once man opens the eyes of his mind to it. Until then, he remains blinded; he looks but doesn't see it. Hundreds of millions of men- rich and poor, young and old, religiously bathe daily, some more than once yet they fail to see the magic- so obscured it is.Why, even

IDEA-logy
Last night, I stripped myself naked and lied on bed.Its funny time, september- too early to be comfortable with your A.C.s off and yet too soon to do without them.I had my fan on at the lowest speed; the soft brush of wind against my body was balming my mind which was desperate in its hunt for ideas. I lied naked on bed for about two hours, sometimes scribbling a few notes on a pad, sometimes combing my hair and quite often scratching my groin region(all with the same pen) but the ever elusive ideas...they did not come. Why?Why didn't anything come?When do ideas come?How do they come? Where do they come from?And (perhaps)most importantly-