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Like being held by an invisible stranger.

Sometimes it elevates, soothes.

Do you guys think that we read the book the way an author meant for us to read?

Say, a poem. How it's open to interpretations, how same words are read and felt differently by different people.

Similarly, even if we speak same language(hindi or English), we don't really speak it the same way(feelings, emotions and tone).

Some books are pretty straightforward and there are no underlines or meaning between the words. But some books are more than the surface language. Hidden meanings.

Do we dive there or we just read, ignoring the subtleties?

I'm still the same but deep down I know something has changed fundamentally in me.

When we look back on our memories, we often find sadness woven in them.

Regret over things we didn't say or do.

Nostalgia for moments or people we've lost. Moments in which we felt alive.

Longing for a time that felt simpler, happier, more meaningful.

Memories that hold a quiet, lingering sadness even as the time moves on.

What if these books & movies are not just a figment of imagination but is real?

Maybe not in this universe but in another? In some other dimensions?

I love you. Even after so many years I love you. And if you ever feel lonely, know that there is atleast one person who loves you with all their heart in this life.

Maybe their favorite book is from lesser known author or their playlist have songs from bands or artists very few people know of or movies that are not hyped.

Do they have FOMO or are less insecure about their looks?

Are their choices & thoughts influenced?

Do they have more time without mindless scrolling?

How do they validate themselves?

What about their relationships?

Are they happier? Calmer?

Even if I think of you in the night and miss you everyday and want to call you and smallest of things remind me of you, I don't love you.

Maybe I will move on or maybe I won't but that's my problem. I refuse to be vulnerable infront of you, for you.

For an artist, it's their studio. For a shopkeeper, their shop and so on. The safe haven. The happy place. The place where you are the best and truest version of your self. The place where you belong, nurture and create.

I wish to have a place that's mine. Where I create art, make jewelry, read, keep my crystals and my books and my dozen plants. My most valued possessions are there. It's all mine.