I was looking at a blog I had started a long time back and which had one solitary post. I only wrote once, because it then seemed so futile, and almost self-defeating, because I felt worse after I wrote it. And the days, weeks, months, passed. And here we are today.
I read that post again and cried remembering the person I was then, what I was going through, the unknown laid out in front of her. Because while what I wrote seems innocuous enough, reading it made me re-live those days.
[Bunbun was my nickname for Nik, and Tutu was Anju’s]