Sep 13, 2012

A new girl joined us at work recently and she dresses too nice for the small office that we are. I felt so bad that I started wearing pants to work. (Nope, I did wear shorts before)

Sep 6, 2012

The Egg by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
-- From and continued here..

Only the best piece I've read in recent times.

Sep 4, 2012

This weekend, I slept in a tent in a huge clearing. It had rained in the morning  but the night sky was perfectly clear with a moon which had just started waning. We took the top off the tent and slept staring at the stars. Walking around in natural moonlight with no other sources of light, in the forest, is an out-of-this-world experience. You come to realize how much external sources of light have spoiled you when all you needed were your eyes.