There are a few moments that remain forever etched in our memory not because of their colossal impact on our lives, but because of the innate connotations they bring along.
An old college friend died last night in a bike accident. The news didn't shock me or move me to tears, it's true I probably last spoke to him in 2004. But since that phone call came, I've been sitting at my desk doing nothing, a dull throbbing in my head continuously reminding me how fragile life is. At the tender age of 24 when you're bustling with ambition and enthusiasm, all set to spread your wings and conquer the world.. pain and suffering seem to be distant possibilities, they happen to others. In the past two years I have grown to accept that my life will never be all fun n games anymore, but at the same time I never did think death will cast his gloomy shadow so soon.
The sun has begun to set. This is one such moment.
