The Secret to Happiness
After whatever happened last week between me and Mr. TH (let’s address him as that), I had decided to stay far away from the L word and him. I had decided to focus on my tech blog and stay away from the usual romantic (non) fiction for a while. For those who don’t know Mr. TH, he was ‘the’ man of my life, until one fine day he decided to just ghost on me. That one week was beyond terrible and I can’t even begin to explain how terribly the emptiness was weighing me down. Surprisingly, instead of hating Mr. TH for what he did, the hidden psychologist within me was trying to understand the real reason behind his stunt. Our relation was, well, like the Mumbai rains. On second thoughts, Mumbai Monsoon is more predictable than our relationship. One minute it will be sunny and bright and the very next second, it would pour, pour to the extent that it would flood (with tears). It was like a hurricane, yet it was beautiful. But well, the heart wants what it wants, isn’t it? I had