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“Yes”
Dear Meera,
Addressing this to my Seerum Sinamika before she leaves for her adventure halfway across the globe. The past six months have been amazing. Perhaps the happiest I’ve been in a long time. And I’m writing this for a reason. I know you deserve the…
I love taking the Metro. It isn’t crowded, and I can be by myself. Most importantly, it goes underground and cuts my phone off from network signals. It’s peaceful. But I reached a point where the monotony and the darkness of these tunnels made me feel trapped. Redemption was…
“Nee yaaro, Naan yaaro”
“So, what’s your story?” I asked her. “Maybe I’ll tell you the next time I creep you out in public” she said, and winked. “And when’s that going to happen?” I replied. “Ask the crossroads” she smiled, and left. And I stood there, looking back to 15 minutes…