Signing off, Kuhu (3/3)
It's currently 3:10 am in Mumbai while I type out this post at the airport, blasting Deewangi Deewangi on my earphones , trying my best to not fall asleep before my flight. It feels like the apt time to write this blog. In all honesty, I have no idea what I'm gonna be writing in this post, or how I'm going to structure any of it. It's been buried in my to-do list for the past several weeks (17, to be precise), yet I'm at a loss for words on how to go about the post. Every time I proofread this post, I have new things to add (literally typing this sentence out with T-5 to the post), but I'll try my best to convey this in the best way I can at the moment. Exactly 5 years ago, I remember sitting at my table 30 minutes before my first blog post came out: crying. 5 years later, I get a little teary-eyed to write the next sentence: Damselzinsanity is coming to an end. The past 5 years have felt like a surreal roller coaster. I never imagined th...