On the first day, he asked why I hate curry and rice. I asked about his regular healthy diet.
On the second day, he asked about how many members does my family have. I asked about the suburb where he grew up.
On the third day, he asked about why I was inspired by my favorite author. I asked about the books he'd read and loved.
On the fourth day, he asked about my job and how I desire to live my life someday. I asked about the places he had travelled and where he wants to settle.
On the fifth day, he asked about my own definition of happiness. I asked about the happy people he has met.
On the sixth day, he asked about heaven and my spiritual journey. I asked about his own definition of God.
On the seventh day, he asked about my interest in silence and meditation. I asked about the experiences that greatly touched his life.
On the eighth day, he asked about the why-and-how of life. I asked about the this-and-that of reality.
On the ninth day, he asked if I was enjoying our conversation. I asked if he was learning something from it like the way I did.
On the tenth day, he didn't ask me anything. Neither did I. We just thanked each other, went separate ways and let things be.
yeah! this always happens.... 
