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somewhere under the same stars

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Chapter 1 - Paris days

Nothing felt like coming home. After a long day at office I came back to my sweet home. Oh! its sweet only when people live with you. So, in that case It was more of a 'house 'rather than a 'home '.

It was actually my little studio apartment with the wonderful view of the might Eiffel tower. Even though it was small and I was a pity loner with no roommate I still found happiness by watching the tower. It is really a great deal to get a spot right near the posh 7e arrondissement. But I somehow managed to pull some strings and find one. After all it's the least I could do for my entire teen hood dream of visiting the tower.

So now you can be very clear about why am I single. I was in love with the city, it's the tower and my career and never on people around who loved me. I am definitely not a sad loner who is blabbering her spinster life. I love my life. Even though when I have no one to love me I love myself. Its okay to love yourself at times and all the time.

As I came in, I stomped onto the weeks mail which I have been avoiding the whole week. This is 21st century, come on who still sends me mail by post. Grow up people! (oh shit! I avoid my e-mails too). I still was in my ignoring phase and moved on to make my daily cup of strong chai. Its never mandatory to stick on to coffee just because its sounds romantic. At times chai can really make you feel home. Its my daily ritual to make a cup of steaming chai and sit by my window. This window is which reminds me of 'me ', of who I used to be. The little girl who was blank chasing her dreams, the teen girl who always wanted to visit Paris, and the woman who managed to break all her obstacles landing in the city of romance all by herself.

My window was all I had at this point of my life. It is the only thing that can make me smile as if everything was fine.

I was busy admiring the pretty night lights being lit up everywhere , my window in return had its own reflection. It was the reflection of the mails lying on the floor. I was emotional with my window and I am supposed to respect its views . so I decided to open up the mails.