I Wonder
I wonder...
Can a woman in her 30s, unmarried and relentless, carve a space for herself in the world of architecture without losing pieces of who she is? You design skylines, draft blueprints of possibility, but where do you belong in the grand structure of life?
You search for a soulmate in fleeting glances, in the way someone remembers your coffee order, in the silence that lingers just long enough to feel like home. But when they see the depth of your moods, the weight of your family’s history - do they stay? Can anyone truly hold space for the raw, unfiltered presence of your father, the past that shaped you?
Maybe not. Maybe some will walk away.
But love is not dead.
Love is the quiet arrival in the middle of the storm. It’s the arms that hold you without needing explanations, the presence that doesn’t retreat when faced with your most unguarded reality. Love is not a promise of forever...it is the courage to stand still in the moment, without fear, without conditions.
Piku was a woman whose wealth did not dazzle me but instead peeled back layers of anger, revealing something deeper - anger as a language, as a shield, as a quiet grief that had yet to find its words.
So, I wonder - do we build walls to keep others out, or are we just waiting for someone who knows how to step inside without breaking anything?
Beautiful!
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