"You have my words, maybe that's why I'm incapable of writing this year, all my stories begin and end at you. You have my soul, maybe that's why i'm incapable of baking this year, for baking was my meditation and i no longer have the soul for it. You have me, pieces of me and maybe my whole, so I've spent this entire year trying to find myself, piece by piece, day by day, most at night." ~ nine Dhruv and Tara met each other when they had both begun to accept defeat. He was afraid to love, afraid of opening himself up to hurt again, and for what, for whom? For yet another failed attempt at finding his soulmate? Did he even believe in that anymore? What was love? A bunch of bullshit that american television had subjected us to? This picture-perfect visual of love between two perfect people in perfect circumstances, does that ever happen in real life? Isn't that the reason for all these false expectations then? The standards we all hold