2 years 7 months 3 weeks 2 days
I got my visa to him yesterday. I was on the moon. I still am..
Now that knot in the throat is there.
In this time -2 years 7 months 3 weeks 2 days- I have collected lots of things. Cried, smiled, left, broken up, lost, found. And when everything now is on its way, when everything is well... now that knot in the throat is there...
Finished the movie Dum Laga Ke Haisha just mins ago. Laughed, cried, thought, smiled. As fucking I always do, I relate it with my own life. And couldn’t find myself anywhere related in his life.
Hehe I am slim that is done.. But I don’t know hindi. I don’t know how to salute the elders. I don’t know how to pronounce names. I don’t know the proverbs, idioms. Are these everything to survive? No.. but a deficit.. as if my deficits weren’t already enough... They could find a solution in their marriage through the supports, acts of their families.. When no one is there for us... In case of anything.. Who will bring us?
It is very easy to say “Do you think I love you for that?!” or “What does it matter??”... Bandar kya jaane adark ka swaad? Is this the right proverb btw?
I don’t know to what extend I can make them like me with my deficits... Not starting with them now... More importantly, I don’t know to what extend my love for him can cherish us all, us, our parents, our people, our gods.
And after 2 years 7 months 3 weeks 2 days, I have this question in my mind... “Am I strong enough?”







