.a written note.

How do you get over a city? How do you get over a city that once gave you some of the best times of your life and not to forget the constant emotional reminders of those times! I think cities are a hundred times more difficult to get over with than a walking-laughing-talking human being. Interpersonal relations are sometimes too overrated. They’re overwhelming, yes. But they’re overrated. I, having entered twenties and still not being too comfortable with the fact that I am actually growing up this fast, have come to think that people are only as hard to understand and deal with as you treat them. I’m not a consultant nor am I an expert at interpersonal relations. Rather I’ve recently grown very bad at them. I’ve tried and tried, but some things just can’t be helped. On the other hand, a city. A city is a tremendo us pack age of self growth, a good makeover to one’s perspective and if you’re new to a city and have almost no one to go to for starters, then trust me, you’...

Writing has become tough. It’s like that small town not too far from where I live but whenever I plan on visiting, it’s either raining heavily or the traffic is just too much; meaning I postpone. Procrastinate. Unlike before, when I didn’t visit but lived there for as long as I wanted. It was home. It was easy. The traffic, the rain, none of it mattered. The town existed within. It helped me connect with myself the first time in life and I still haven’t experienced anything close to that feeling when you know how well in sync you are with yourself. It was just so unreal and the most real experience all at the same time. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be classy. It doesn’t have to be overflown with self-love just because I mentioned connecting with self. Rather, it’s not about self-love. It’s about self. I’ve lately come to understand how essential it is to know and be generous or at least, acceptable about or with oneself, your own self. I didn’t real...