Dear Chandar and Sudha,

I often wonder what your story could have been, if you had chosen love over responsibility?

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Sometimes what's harder is accepting what you subconsciously knew already but living in denial felt better all this while and now that you have to face it, it's heavy and ugly but it's the truth.

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It's the Kishkes, it's always the Kishkes. Feel it inside you. Close your eyes, whenever you are on a crossroad, whenever you feel scared, or tensed, trust your instincts. Believe your instinct, there is always someone up there, paving the way to our life. It doesn't mean life will miraculously become a bed of roses, but for every hurdle, you will have a solution - escape it or face it, whatever suits, and the hint to the solution is inside you, it's your Kishkes. It always is!

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Sometimes I can't decide what's sadder.

The fact that every year gone is a year gone living a muggle life, while still waiting for a miracle letter to Hogwarts or the fact that even if I was a witch, I would probably never be able to cast myself a patronus.

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The most exhausting feeling in the world is realizing that your comfort and discomfort both stem from the same place - Like it is a relief that you need desperately and it's also what pushes you down into a well too deep at the same time.

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Do you ever feel like there are so many of you, inside you? Existing at the same time? In the same universe?

Because.....I definitely do.

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Why do I use fiction as an escape, you ask?

It's because happy endings and happiness in general have been so scarce in my life that I couldn't fight the warm soothing comfort of fiction enveloping me in its cozy delusional world, and now I am addicted.

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You know how empty is supposed to be hollow? Or shallow? Anything but heavy?

I think that's ironical because there is nothing I know of that's as heavy as emptiness.

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He was lonely. She was lively.
He was scared of love. She was scared to love.

Like every other story, they meet and their world changes.

For good.

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Sometimes you search for love in words, and ignore the apparent actions and gestures, completely overlooking the fact that “I love you” isn't necessarily love, most of the times.

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