"I've always been a loner, and perhaps, that's why, I'm too scared to commit, to settle down. The idea of spending the rest of my life with someone else is scary. I'll have to compromise too much," I tell my grandma.

My grandma replies -

I was like you. I never let anyone come close to me. I always thought I'd never marry or stay in one city forever, because it seemed scary. It all felt too monotonous.

I liked the idea of travelling around, meeting people, and getting to know different cultures. While my cousins aimed to find jobs and getting married, I believed I was to be alone, that love wasn't for me.

I was going to be this cool and fun aunt to my nieces and nephews. That was my plan. to be on a solo-trip, all my life.

And then, I met him. Your grandpa. I pushed him away, too. And I think I almost lost him because of that, but he was patient. He was too much in love. That's how people are when they are in love. Stupid. Putting others above themselves.

With him, everything felt easier. all my life, I was going against the waves. With him, I was swimming towards the shore. Alone, I was doing good. But with him, it felt even better.

I thought to myself - I'd happily spend my life with him. And I did.

He never tied me down. I still travelled around, met people, and learnt about different cultures. I became a cool aunt to my nieces and nephews. I became a cool grandma, too. My solo-trip now had a plus one.

What I'm trying to say is that it's okay to feel the way you are feeling lost, abandoned, and hopeless. You can feel that way - like love isn't for you.

And it might not be. But you're young. Keep your heart open. Just don't be too difficult to love.

 It's a cold evening and you're on the terrace, doing nothing. You watch the clouds change their shapes. There's harmony in this silence. Your favourite song plays on loop.

You realise, you can't always be about long paragraphs and metaphors. Sometimes, you just want to be simple sentences.

You like the quietness. It's been a while since you felt this way - where you just sat alone with your thoughts.

You realise, you won't find peace on a monday morning or in a person. You have to find it within yourself.