Writing is my way of processing emotions. When you walked into my life, I was hit with a wave of melancholy. And I didn’t know how to understand what I was feeling, as I reflected – I wrote the following piece.


You are familiar to me.

It’s as if your soul is written in a language I know how to read.

There were broken pieces of me, that ached for belonging,

To find a home, outside of melancholy.

Trapped in a void, I had almost lost belief.

Then I found you, and in your company- peace.

For in your presence, time itself transcends.

I no longer dance in memories with shadowy silhouettes….

I am present.

Thank you for being you.

In your presence I have learnt much about what I need to do.

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