I moved to USA in August 2014 to do my Master’s. So, now, I’m in my final semester and about to graduate soon! So, my roommate’s parents are visiting us for the ceremony(Mine couldn’t make it). Well, one of the first things we did when showing them around New York was to take them to the Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory near the Brooklyn Bridge. Oh Boy! It seems like yesterday that I had my first taste of ice cream in there. I’ve been there a lot of times afterwards but, it still felt as good as the first time. After graduation, I might have to move away from New York, so, this might have been the last time I saw it. This place is going to have a special place in my memories for all the fun that me and my friends had during all the times we’ve been there. Thanks a lot for the wonderful ice cream, Ice Cream Factory!
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."