Literature
Meeting with a Philosopher
It was late afternoon, that time when the sun decides to go to slumber. I was sitting on a bench, contemplating about the philosophy of life when I got paid a visit by an uninvited intruder:
- 'Ey. What's up?
- Um, nothing particularly interesting.
- Well, what are you doing right now?
- I'm just your typical college student.
- Nice. What're you studying?
- As the origin of life itself is inexplicable, so is this perky curiosity as well.
- Oh, so you're a philosopher?
- The truth to this only know I, as I have my free will.
The stranger appeared a bit irritated at first, until continuing with his another series of unwanted questions:
- So