I have been taking it easy for a year. I am a recovering workaholic. I used to work myself to death (and this could be why I lost my ear). I tend to get overly passionate about my job and pour myself into things, no matter what they are. It has to do with the common fallacy of tying self-worth to one’s career. I am trying to work on that. ...
If I adopt an elephant, I would name him Puttu to remind him that no matter how gigantic he gets, he’s still my baby. I’d buy a sugarcane farm to feed him, and I’d hire a mahouta to teach him manners. I’d teach my children to ask him not for rides, but instead to ask him to pet them with his trunk. I’d teach him to sit and trumpet for bananas, and to roll in the dirt in summers to beat the heat. ...
📝 Note The following is the content of handwritten letter I sent to Mr. Debroy dated Feb 12th, 2017. I’ve reproduced it in its entirety here. Dear Mr. Debroy, I’d planned on writing this letter a few weeks ago. I drafted it a month ago but I wanted to rewrite it entirely because I wasn’t entirely happy with the first draft. I do not know when this will reach you, but I believe in our postal service. Thank you for giving me your address by the way. ...