Dear younger me, I know you— somewhere from the past. You made mistakes, your heart is broken, and you’ve lost your way.

We are all lost in some way or another on the road to home. Some are still searching. Some fall apart along the path. Only a few ever find it.

He thought Tequila gives him the most sudden ignitions, until he kissed her for the first time.

We will meet again in an unknown universe, where I am the wizard, and you, my witch— where I will cast the most divine spell: “Tvayi prema karomi.”

I don’t want a thing on Saturday mornings— just my favorite songs playing low.

It’s 10 p.m., I’m in bed watching reels, and I’m bored. Then the friends texted me, “Let’s go for a walk,” and I said yes.

Today, you murdered the innocent. Those who were sharing meals with their loved ones, those who were living their dreams.

It’s just like a colorful movie, where we wander through an old Italian city.

I want to be the sun, radiating my own light, not the moon, borrowing its glow.