an open letter

hello everyone.

it's been a while since i've been part of this blog, and yet this is my first post.

there was stuff going on in life. unpleasant stuff. yes yes. you get the drift. pyar-related, of course.

transition times are hard, yes. they make you nervous and edgy. you end up clinging to whatever bit of familiar ground you can manage.

and so last year, when i was leaving for my studies, to a completely different place, i did it.

i decided to fall in love.

love, rather romance, is - a lot of us would agree - a great buffer. comforter. and the idea of romance, thanks to the world of romance novels, chick flicks - of which i'm a great devourer - is also very familiar territory.

almost eight months on, the person i was supposed to fall in love with, is nowhere on the scene.

and yet, i have found love.

it's not another man. neither is it another woman.

it's a city. it's my life here. it's who i have become here. it's the trajectory i can see my life taking which it will continue to take with or without a man. it's a state of mind, a new space.

of course, pyar-suckers, as some of you are well aware, will always remain so. and so new city has instilled in me the hope for new love. for our kind of pyar. after all, it's the hope that keeps us going, right?