As this my next blog after my dog's death, I comprehended life a but differently for a whole week. He died on 21st November, I went to school on 22nd. Many people asked me, why I came to school just after the day of Bozo's levitation to his abode. I had only one answer to people. I had to move on. We can't just be stuck on one thing. We move on. We have to.Whether it is death, a great road trip with friends, fun times with parents, whatever, we have to move on and get back to our real lives. I forgot Bozo(or I forced myself to) so that I could help my parents move on. Well this blog's not about him. Its about how life and moving on, go hand-in-hand. I was touched by the fact that this week passed so quick. What clicked in my mind was, if we humans weren't wired to move one, we would probably(when we get old) still be angry or upset about the fact that our fathers lied to us about holding the backseat of the bicycle to teach us to ride a cycle. If we wouldn...