Someone once told me that we write what we know. But what could I possibly write when everything I know is constantly changing? When every idea in my brain explodes like a firecracker in the sky, sending bits of information sizzling in different directions, getting me to reconsider what I thought I knew, and what I now know I didn’t.
And so, I began writing what I felt, what I thought and what I believed. And somehow, things began to make sense. So I thought that I would share a little piece of me with the world, the piece that introspects, reflects and finds subtext – the piece that knows nothing, but is on a mission to find it out.
an incomplete thought about how romances, old or new, tend to make romantics like me fall in love with the protagonist – with my head stuck in the clouds but my feet sunk firmly in the ground – I’m stretched thin thinking of the day I ride off into the sunset.
a musing on love, the emotion no amount of reference to a thesaurus can encapsulate.