connection

It felt good in a morning having talked to a Muslim officemate. I had a nice chat with her over a smooth ride to the office, and the exchange of conversation had somehow filled the minute gaping void i had solemnly kept.

It felt like the entire thirty-minute chat is more than an hour of inspiration. I respect her and her religion with all my might, just as i would to anyone having different religious beliefs. As some points during the conversation, i did feel connected in some ways i couldn't decipher.

Guess I'm missing someone so dearly. And if you are reading this, you know who you are.

Take care because i always do.