Seventeenth!
Hey Miss Jain, I'm writing this from my makeshift fibre-reinforced-plastic accomodation sitting at 10000ft hoping that the laptop doesn't freeze in my attempt to upload this out here. It's 2 am in the night. I couldn't bear the missing so after some staring at you in the screenshots of the vdeo call we did earlier today, here I am putting it down for you to read when you start doubting if I am real or not. Well...I am. We did not depart on a very pleasant note. The whole time that we were together we fought. For you it was sheer disappointment in me. I could've heard you out. I should have. But being the immature brat that I am, I was focussed on my problems. I had planned my leave such that we discuss how we were going to manage staying away for so long. In my defense I haven't gone this far from you before. And you haven't been as occupied with anything else as you are with DAMS right now. So for most part of the leave I was freaking out. On the phone...