A boy's journey through words and the mixtapes. I write every Thursday.
Missing is bittersweet. You are painfully, gratuitously dancing with memories.
~Musicpervs
I miss you, when we really mean it — is so .. so crazy powerful.
I miss you if we really feel it at the core of our being — is insanely profound.
I miss you — is a pure heartbreak.
I miss you for real — is an earned incentive. Alive or otherwise.
I miss her.
Namaste.
Comments closedAt your absolute best, you still won’t be good enough
for the wrong person.
At your worst, you’ll still be worth it
to the right person.~ Karen Salmansohn
On September 5, 2024, I had a second round interview with Bank of America team at 9AM PDT. I didn’t sleep well the night before and I very well knew I could easily mess up the interview if I didn’t get my shit together.
So, as usual to calm down my nerve and deploy tunnel focus on-demand. I started listening to the ‘Bathroom Dance’ track from the Joker movie .
It has become sort of a ritual for me to do these weird things. For cherry on top I took this mediocre photograph from the terrace of the apartment as I went there to get some sunlight before the interview started.
Later that day in the evening, Tessa called me and told me that Bank of America team have offered me a position.
This was … this really was indeed a humongous relief Post June 26, 2024. That day was the last day I had a job to wake up to.
Now whatever happened between June 26 and September 5, 2024, every day was painful.
Everyday was a lesson.
Objectively speaking albeit in generic sense, I did lose the ‘me’ at some-point during that timeline.
And, I was afraid I will never find that mojo I thought I had.
It would be ridiculous of me to not share the fact that my girlfriend is why I found the ‘me’. She is the reason why I was still able to keep up with that lost ‘me’ hanging by a mere thread if not for her abundant love.
Aptly, she is the reason why I am how I am,
Who I am,
How I am.
Where I am,
What I am.
Kind of apt to say, “Not her. No me’
Namaste.
Comments closedGrowing up, I have seen firsthand how difficult relationship is; how waves hit your love-boat bad… really, awfully bad!
Growing up, I have seen firsthand things don’t remain hopeless, choking, and painful when it comes to self-conducting yourself as partners. Because, given — work has been put-forth from both-sides ‘love’ is the most blissful powerhouse. However still not immune to oncogenes in it’s lifeline. My friend, Love is fragile. It needs awareness. It needs your unadulterated attention and care.
Growing up, I have learned firsthand what’s the right and the wrong template of a sustainable relationship. It’s for sure never a forever uphill, and full-of-life, and the conflict-free heaven. In all sincerity, I’m still learning many facets of love as I embark on my life’s journey.
Growing up, I have heard from my grandmother, love non-negotiably needs love to suspire.
Love is interesting, tingling, exciting, marveling, and beautiful.
Love also brings you unfathomable pain, tears, grief and sadness!
I’ve been loved.
I’ve lost love.
Namaste.
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