THIS DECEMBER

 Its december once again; Delhi, with its toxic air, once again feels like a dream. Once again people will search for warmth around this chilly city. But this time, i won't talk about my usual evening walks that were a ritual for me one year ago. Right now, the world feels a little different from what it used to feel. I guess Pratibha had changed. The kind of change about which she is also not sure. 

From running for peak morning classes, hopping between vishwavidyalaya to saket metro station, late-night assignment submissions, and constantly figuring out how adulting works. Evening walks doesn't seem to find its place.

There had been a lot of realization this year, and there had been a lot of harsh experience as well, but it all just got neutralized by how many amazing people i have met this year and how many people i have left behind whom i cared about but who were not entitled to it. I guess they were right when they said that everything becomes alright after some time. That everything does fall into its place—many of the things did, and many still haven't

And if it hasn't, then i am damn sure that it will, and someday i will figure most of the things out. not everything, but most of it.

Haven't written anything for months; consider this a writing dump, will come sooner to write once again. I hope so. :)