There is this point in life when I am physically shuttling between two cities 800-odd kilometres apart pretty often. He once said,"i have at times a feeling u r both in X and Y..." and left me wondering how much I'd love that.
X here is the city where I started the most recent phase of my life.It's also the city right now where my boyfriend (for a serious want of another word) stays and admittedly that's the single most important reason why my nomadic self still wishes to retain ties with a place I have physically moved out of. Y, on the other hand, is where I am. I have no ties with this place. Nothing draws me to this place. Nothing I look forward to, nothing I truly love. I feel nothing about it when I leave or when I arrive.But strangely, living here gives me the one thing I have crave for at most places. I love how much I can stay all by myself here , connecting with things and people on the outside only when and as much as I wish.
Wanting to be at X and Y at the same time is a manifestation of the eternal dichotomy of my life - of solitude and company.
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