I'm taking a break from writing these balcony letters. I'm taking a break from writing about love. Too much of the same thing makes one's words lose their value.

My Tinder bio at one time used to be, "I will write about you when you leave. But stay long enough first." That was a better state to be in because right now, my words are whirling my feelings. So much feels, man, that I hate myself. Mostly because it is still one-sided. I stand bare in this winter while you add cloaks of shawls and sweaters over your heart, muffling even those faint heartbeats that I had once heard. These words, initially written to convey, are now being written to understand what I feel. And what I feel isn't a great feeling. It's like standing in front of a mirror that doesn't reflect your visage.

The truth is I'm taking a break from writing about you. I'm taking a break from writing to you. My love has not yet reached that stage of unconditionality where I can be happy without your reciprocity. How could it even be? It has yet to encounter your conditions and brave through them to find that bliss. Will you be kind enough to elaborate on the asterisk that stands between us and says "T&C apply"?

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु