I hope you heard the story about butterflies. They are just so much attracted to the fire that they fell into it and losses their lives. Going in heaven they would be feeling “I miss my life”. That’s not the story actually, that’s the truth. The truth that applies at least to me. Every Indian dreams to go out of the country. Why? To earn money? F**k money. After coming Singapore I realized I don’t need money at the expense of distance with my honey. Ya. I mean it. There’s nothing too fancy here. Just after two days I don’t see a single thing that amazes me.
Live life large. People over here eat &%#$*. Missing family, friends and everything. I now realized why India is called such a great country. Here you don’t get to walk as you want on street. Finding a fruit store is like finding a needle in desert. You don’t get tea, Indian tea that sets you up for the day. You got no one to talk for the entire day. I can’t fire my stupid jokes on colleagues anymore. Can’t tease anyone anymore. Once I wanted to go to pee while coming back to hotel from ‘little india’, but I couldn’t. They might charge 100$ for that. In india you can do it everywhere… wow…. Just find a corner and release yourself.
It’s only after leaving honey back home I realized I miss her so much that I feel, I can’t survive without her. Going through harder days, possibly the hardest days of the year. Miss ya honey, my valentine. Althought everyday is valentine day when i'm with here!!!