Sometimes, there’s a conversation in my head.
One part of my being says that I need to up my ‘presentation game’ so that I can steadily climb the career ladder.
Another part though smirks, presumably with a hint of disappointment more than anything else. It is appalled at how I can strive to be so proactive on the career front and yet, seem to lag and be so unconcerned about my inept at expressing my feelings of love and gratitude toward my parents.
“You may go on to become a great presenter in the eyes of the world, oh silly boy,” it says. “But come the end of your life, you probably will reel having realized you never even made an attempt at a presentation that would have mattered the most.”
An awkward silence ensues.
The Mindful Nepali 
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