How It REALLY Should Have Ended
H.I.S.H.E: Life of Pi Following the last afternoon of chai and biscuits that Mr. Patel and I engaged in after his story, I proceeded to find myself in a hefty amount of busywork. I suppose, after having let my mind drift aboard a 30 foot long lifeboat for 277 days with a plenitude of unorthodox occurrences accompanying me along the way, the withdrawal to reality and finishing my story hit me like an onslaught of flying fish, so to speak. And what struck me as even more fascinating, I suppose, than the mundane scrabble to usher money into my pockets was the manner in which I proceeded with my religious life from that day forth. I used to sparsely find myself akin to Mr. Patel in his devout nature, yet by some mysterious, superstitious phenomena, I felt myself being ploddingly dragged towards many a religious affair. From the weekly sermon at my church to an accompaniment of Mr. Patel to his mosque, it was as though a sweet, saccharine aura gu...