At the airport…

The old man with a Dumbledor-ish beard asked me:

“What are you ?”

“A Philosopher?”

“A Thinker?”

“A Seeker?”

I replied,” No! None ! I am just on a journey trying to find myself out…”

His glassy blue eyes twinkled at that.

He looked at me piercingly and said, “I have got my answer…!”

 

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A working woman with interests in reading, writing, music, poetry and fine arts.

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