Many things have been bubbling in mah heid of late, especially the day I was fretting over BBot and the night I was crying for something–I still don’t know what. After that night I wondered to myself why I hadn’t called anyone. There are definitely people who would have soothed me telephonically, people who know what’s going on and are unequivocally on my side. I thought maybe it had something to do with my wanting someone from our gang to be on my side, but I know that’s not true, because of how much they did support me through the whole thing.

One night though, it came to me. While my life might be am embarrassingly open book with no boundaries, I hate letting people see me vulnerable. And then one of my friends suddenly confessed, in a moment of candour, to something, and it made me smile, because of our complicated history. I knew in that moment that he trusted me—something neither of us might have expected 2 years ago. And I realised that I trust him too. And then I realised that I don’t know how I feel about trusting all my wonderful new friends in Delhi, mainly cos they are new, and experience etc. etc.

But then  I started thinking about how this trust starts, and how it becomes the ultimate foundation for love of all kinds. There is a point when you do reveal your vulnerability to someone, and in that moment, when they swoop in, scoop you up and protect and nurture you–that’s when you know you can love them, and that’s when you start. That’s when the seed is planted.

Also, turning that around, can you love someone when you have not seen them at their lowest and most vulnerable?

*for those who haven’t watched the show, his tagline was “Trust me, I know what I’m doing”.

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