Looking For Light
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
Light. It’s an idea I’ve yet to wrap my head around, a word I’m still to learn to spell right, a reality that I still don’t entirely fathom.
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
The hardest thing to let go of, is what you thought the future was going to be.
We are a world of screaming and no conversations.
I want to write something simply because the topmost post on this blog for too long now, has been a painful memory that victimised me. I am not actually dwelling in the past. The present has had me too caught up to even think about the future, let alone the…
I found my way into healing and love, helped by words and more recently the arclights of the stage.
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.
You will be okay. I know.
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
An email from out of the blue, reminded of odd feelings I’d forgotten and an end I hadn’t had.