I don’t know about you, but I hated last night’s post. Sometimes I get caught up in my Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi dramebaaz inner monologue. Chalo. It’s ok. Let’s try this again.
I don’t know whether to call this a letter, a story, or a reflection - but it’s some combination of all 3.
Two years ago on Christmas Eve 2020, I met someone. Someone who texted me all night and imbued the holiday with that fairytale magic everyone always talks about. This person is no longer in my life, but the experience of being close to them changed the course of my life. This is someone I’ll bring up when my grandkids wanna hear stories from the young life of their old tattooed daadi who had a rockstar boyfriend before Kourtney Kardashian got it trending. Bear in mind that this is also someone who ended things with me at a Peet’s coffee in Studio City.
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