Jan 2 2021

10.54pm

So I have decided what to call all those pages I have written in this blog for last 2 years.

I couldn't decide what to call them, I also didn't worry much about not naming them. But I was certain they are not diary entires. I was calling them my pieces, literally and figuratively it's apt in some way.

I am a big fan of letters, on an umpteenth attempt to understand why I feel the way I feel, I remembered letters for 2 reasons, 1 some guy on a dating app told me he was intrigued by my bio, I went and read what I had written and this particular word caught my eyes. 2 I was watching a movie today where at one point the same word was uttered and it made so much sense and how much it is a part of me and how incomplete I am without them.

The fact that I write them to myself and to others even if no one gets to read, it's always written by me. I write them at my peak moments both when calm or disturbed, one thing which I feel that I can associate myself very well are letters. Letters to self, letters to my love, letters to all and I will be writing letters to my children too someday. 

And it makes so much sense to call all my pages so far as letters too. Its perfect, they are and will always be my letters.