real letters

i just mailed a letter that i have been in the process of writing for two months.

it felt good finally getting some things down on paper.

but there was so much that couldn't be written. well, all the important stuff was avoided. stuff that i would say if there were fewer ppl involved and all the "what ifs" in the world were aligned in my favor.

life has been wholesomely busy. it's good. i feel responsible. still looking for that assistant but i've realised i can't possibly find one... i'll have to mold one and that's going to take a while.

tonight, 4 of my cousins are celebrating their birthdays and i decided i would be the party host. it's strange to interact with extended family at times (basically cos i'm new at it after two decades). i'd prefer to be locked away somewhere or having one of those deep conversations like back in college. guess that's not going to happen anytime soon... i've had such few good conversations lately that i might just end up marrying whoever happens to be the fortunate (or unfortunate) soul who manages to engage me for more than a few minutes.

back to party-planning... and may be another real letter.