My skin has never been darker, my heart warmer, my smile wider and my happiness most genuine. I always thought the motherland would make me feel a certain way, but never that deep.

I don’t miss my jeans, I don’t miss my European comfort and lifestyle and the cold, distant attitude I perceive from acquaintances and other people back there. I have tears in my eyes, I have never felt more complete than now. Next time, you’re coming with me, jaanu.

Waiting for your letter, I love you.