The Philomath: Purpose

purpose /ˈpəːpəs/ I. Ms. Sonal had an effervescent personality. She was one of those teachers who would make you question reality at a very young age. Though I was only nine at the time, I felt quite receptive to the universe in her presence. On a fine slothful school afternoon, she asked us a question that sent me to oblivion. "Let's talk about our talents today, shall we?!" said Ms. Sonal. One simple yet mystifying word, TALENT . When it comes to 9-year-olds, there's no one in this world that can shatter their idealistic aspirations. Singing, dancing, writing, painting, sports, academics, extracurriculars; the list goes on and on, and trust me they went on and on.  Most of my mates demonstrated these talents and somehow put me on a pedestal. Shockingly, I had nothing up my sleeve. "Shaurya, let's hear what you have to say!". All eyes on me. With 140 bpm, I managed to screech out just one word "Cooking". I wanted to stand out but spoiler alert...