My Perfect Days

I am sitting here in the balcony of my tiny apartment in Berlin. If in school anyone had told me that I would actually be able to live the life I am living right now, the student me wouldn’t have believed it.

It feels like all of my childhood dreams, the ones that were truly mine, are all coming true to life.

I live by a beautiful lake in a city which is in the heart of Europe. The city and me are still getting to know each other. If there’s one thing that I have understood over the past 5 months is that you have to surrender yourself to this city, only then you’ll be able to truly appreciate Berlin’s charm.

Anyways, coming back to my dreams coming true. I have a beautiful loving wife. I have a beautiful piece of modern machinery (which I dreamt about since 11th standard) to write my thoughts.

Every morning when I wake up, I look to see if the lake has woken up yet. Sometimes I catch it waking up with an orange glow on the trees across the shore. The leaves barely rustle in the light morning breeze. And I feel grateful for life in that moment. Note to self, never forget this frame, ever.

We fought a lot in this flat, we cried a lot in this flat, we both were miserable in our own ways, but still despite all these things, this flat, in its own quirky and slow winded way helped us in settling down and dealing with our buried emotions and getting settled in a new country.

Now we have a golden glue binding us together.