"Where..were...you? Why...why did you leave?" he said. He was panting, breathing in and out. In and out. The wind blew, the leaves rustled, the water lapped at the side of the docks where we were standing. The noise of the traffic blared from the city. The crows, the sparrows and the pigeons screeched as they flapped back to their nests at the end of the day. The big, bright orange sun sunk in slow motion into the bay. I didn't see any of that, I didn't hear any of that. I didn't even feel any of that. All I could see was him. Standing in front of me. Breathing. In and out. In and out. "You left, you left me. With nothing. I... I had to come...thousands of miles. Why? Why...did..you... leave?" "You weren't mine to keep" "Okay...that. You don't get to decide that. You understand me?" I could barely nod. The giant, gaping hole that had occupied my chest for so long, was being healed, very quickly. So quickly, that it hurt. It f...
Now before I start, you must know that this is only the second year that I've been living alone. I mean before that, I did nothing, literally nothing on my own. I didn't have to lift a finger. And now suddenly I found myself thrown into a world of laundry and midnight library sessions and half-baked microwave lasagne. But clearly, that wasn't enough for me, or my roommate because we decided to do something interesting this fall break. And by interesting I don't mean renting bikes at ECP (though that would've also been cool). We decided to take a short weekend trip to another country. So it was a typical day at home. I was sitting at the desk, working on my laptop (read: trying to download the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother) and Sakshi was sitting on the bed listening to music. Sakshi: You know what? We should go to Bintan in the break. Me: We should totally go to Bintan this break! Wait, let me Google it... Bintan is one of the many islands of Indonesi...
In economics you are taught the concept of opportunity cost. When you pick something, you choose not to pick its alternative. When you pick lilac to paint your bedroom walls, you choose not to pick mellow yellow. When you choose to send your wife (or your mistress, depending on your integrity) carnations, you choose not to send her orchids. When you pick psychology as your major, you choose not to pick history. When you decide to go to Hawaii next summer, you choose not to go to Vermont, and so on and so forth, you get the picture. In the case of a person like me, whose primary interest in life is to be not satisfied with what she has, the system of opportunity cost seems to mock me on the face. I pick and choose among alternatives like every other regular average joe (or jenny, not to sound sexist) and then play mental World Wars thinking how much better off I would be if had picked the 'other one'. To me, the grass isn't just greener on the other side, its probably made ...
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