Here I am, heading to Amsterdam, then to Brussels, then to Paris. The way human mind functions is such a mystery. Bizarre. Or perhaps mine dwells in abstraction more than some sane ones around. It didn't allow me to write for months, entangled, in and with its own complexities. Sowing seeds but not letting me water them. When others tried to, it simply rejected. Stubborn. And it likes to yawn, once in a while. Bored of simple questions, and complicated answers. Sometimes four in the morning, sometimes five, it begins to yawn so wide that out of my fear I have to shut it down, and let it sleep. Else I fear, it might just gulp me in.
God, life, destiny, universe has been incredibly kind on me. For I get to travel often now. Love, that I was waiting for since so, so long is with me now. Every time I board a train, every time I see her face, every single time it kiss her lips... I feel blessed. I don't know if this is what I have always dreamt of, as my dreams are all part of a bigger orchestra inside my head, but this, what I have today, you, and this enabling freedom... is special.
I can't wait to see your loving, lovable face again.
Noor.
10:43 PM
