Dear somebody,

I know we have not met yet. I would like to think that you are searching for somebody too. Maybe since a long time. Maybe since quite recently. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you aren’t either. What matters is when you get to know that I exist. And that’s pure bliss.

Our life is not a puzzle waiting to be completed by any other whole person. But our lives are meant to make connections, spread the web so wide that it entangles and ties knots. Some break too. Some cant be untangled. The ones that really matter are those that stretch but never break.

Take comfort in knowing that there is a ‘you’ for an ‘I’. A ‘you’ who will listen to you. Wait patiently by you. And those are the two most important qualities that makes the thread tighten. Because in due time, everything falls apart. When the rush hour peaks and the trains flee, the unshaking shadow of one self at the platform that doesn’t seem to shuffle..Only that matters.

So today If you find yourself burdened by the thoughts of having to listen to yourself, having to search for solace in the million voices of medium authors and articles like I do, do not lose hope. For another ‘I’ exists, just as drowned as you are. Just waiting to be found. And what can be more exciting than that?! For until you are found, you aren’t discovered and that discovery is ever so enthralling, like the water that flows out of the faucet, finally all of your self will be unravelled. The guard down. The mystery unfolded.

Meanwhile, hang in there. Hold on tight. Straighten your spine. Flee the chase. For the beauty of being you and not being known is only owned in your own solitude. Until you are found, relish it.

Your somebody.