November to January real quick.

I was having mixed feelings about leaving my city, leaving my people, moving to a different place, starting a new chapter. All this sounds dreamy but it was real. "My future is west of me" wrote this in my notes app in June '22 and look where we are now. Delhi. College. A whole new life. A fever dream.

At dusk I feel complete,

As night approaches 

Anxiety and Angst creeps into me,

I break myself at midnight 

and then pickup my pieces, 

Put them back with love and reassurance

That I am Enough.

I put out the carpet, 

dance till I am red, 

scream till I collapse.

Now that I am alone, 

I can hear myself.  

By dawn I feel complete again. 

p.s- I wrote this when things were uncertain and dull, its all good now.