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Aesthetic Stage of Life-heading-to the Ethical Stage of Life.

Tonight I am not being able to sleep, there is a palpable physical void in my chest. I have tried pressing the pillow against it and push the void away. But does not do much. It is an existential situation that i am living in. Kierkeggard, the Danish Philosopher calls it the Aesthetic Stage of Life-heading-to the Ethical Stage of Life. I feel lonely and empty and somehow today I remember my days in the city of Guwahati. Her name was Ana Maya-- the name has returned to me from a different planet--or at least that's how i feel about it. She was a sexy little girl--she was only in class-eight at that time. She was up from the hills that form a part of the city of Guwhati. And she was quite matured for her age. Her complexion was not fair but a beautiful brownish color. She was skinny but had the finest curves in her body. Her hands were tiny and she had a jolliness about her. She was good company. Easy to talk with. And her hair… they were like a waterfall of dark coffee. She was v…

My First Pair of Underpants

Mr. Doley feltthathehad earned the right tobe happy about his underwear just like he had earned theright to love every part of his body, the house he livedin, everything about his life. But first the underwear—the story of the underwear goes backtowhenhewasthirteenyearsold.Hehadhisfirstpairof underpants whenhewasthirteen.Atthatagehehaddevelopedaloveformoviesandnovels.Tosatisfyhisloveformoviesandnovelshewenttogreat lengths.Novels he beggedandborrowed from hisfriendPulovawhocamefromagoodfamily.Pulova’sfatherboughthissonstacks of comics and novels.Movies, he saw inbits andpartsin P.P’s house.P.PwasaboyintheneighborhoodwhosehousewasatenminutewalkfromthethenteenagerMr.Doley.Hehada desktop—itwasnothisactually,itwashiseldersister’s.Thegovernment distributed desktop computers to students who scoredFirstDivision in their matriculation.Itdidnot matterif the studentdid not know what a computer mouse wasor whether there waselectricity inthehouseto run the computerornot. Mr.Doley’s neighborhood h…