dear reader,
I’m thinking a lot about love. I’m writing a love story, and one thing i realise is that so many things that are about love, are not about love. like, love is about trusting yourself. it’s about rebuilding your family history. it’s about optimism and the future. it’s about someone being with you in your darkest moments and living to see the other side. letting the stone turn over. and then it’s about everything you would think it would be about. sharing an umbrella in the rain. stolen glances over steaming cups of tea. interwoven hands while watching a movie. etc.
another thing I realise is that everyone, everywhere, talks about love. having it, losing it, wanting it, being afraid of it, all the different shapes it takes. and I like hearing it, writing it. you would think that with life - I would be jaded, I would love love less. but the opposite seems to have happened. no matter what, it’s worth having, and it’s worth searching for. and it’s everywhere, built into every part of life, turning it beautiful. to write about love is to write about life. like a writer once told me: “all stories are love stories.”
Some Sides
photograph: ‘near bandra worli sea link,’ mumbai, 2004, by raghu rai.
‘Love, Love, Love’ by The Mountain Goats
do you have stories about love you want to send me? thoughts? 2 a.m. ponderings? send all of them my way.
love,
shreya
Rooting for that novel soon ❤️❤️ayee