Shon Mehta

                  This is story of my friend. He calls himself “Dood", as he doodles. My Mid life crises hit me hard. I was always loner by nature; never had many friends, few family members, mediocre career, not much money in the bank either. I realised that after 20 years of my career, I hadn't achieved much. There are not many people in the world who knew about me, even about my existence.  Whatever I was doing at my job was not going to make any difference to the world, or to anybody. If I die, nothing matters. I lost interest in doing things. It was dead end for me. Nothing made sense. I started getting suicidal thoughts. Whatever I did, my brain told me, “Why bother?" Many people tried to advise me. But it didn't matter. In my life, for the first time I didn't care about others' opinions. One day, I doodled something on paper. I realised that I like to doodle. So, I doodled more. I felt happy. I did my nine to five ...