Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
I'm about to walk to the office. I remember my first morning walk to NHQ in October 2000. I have a little of that same awe and excitement today. Can't wait to be face to face with friends. Picturing Gayathiry walking these same streets in November. Wide-eyed like I still am. It never gets dull this crazy mess of a wonderful life.
Tangled up in love,