When I was a kid I was so confused about love. As it came from the one’s who only gave me the abuse and mixed signs.

For a little while, I knew what care and love felt like. But being the black sheep taught me how to shut it off, how to stay detached.

Somewhere along the way, I lost the touch of it — forgot what it even feels like to be held, to be loved, to be chosen.

I gradually learned how to care and love myself. Not about external validation or to do with anyone else, but just me and embracing the independence and solitude.

listen to the Hanuman chalisa or my playlist of Hindi and English music was a mode to relax my mind with the chaos within.

I have come to the point where I simply am happy with the little things.