Rediscovering Connections!!!
This is a little off-topic blog, but I believe I need to put it out there, as it might help someone. Although I'm very vocal, I never actually thought of blogging it—until a strange thing happened when I was coming back home from Mumbai. I was traveling on the train, and there was a boy sitting next to me, talking to someone, sounding all confused... Let's not get into the details, but yes, I overheard him talking, and it broke my heart. I wanted to talk to him in person, but I couldn’t. Since no one ever told me this, I don’t want others to suffer alone. So here it goes… From as early as I can remember, I hated all forms of physical contact, whether with my parents, friends, or the guys I dated. Hugs, hand-holding—I'm talking about all possible ways of touch. Especially when someone touched my face, I just wanted to burn the whole world. I don’t even touch my face that often. Living in society, you can’t avoid certain gestures, right? So eventually, I got okay with hugs, h...