Where did I read the title?

I don't even remember when was the last time I wrote something on a piece of paper. Everything seems to be far away, so much so that it can be never be returned to its original state. There was a time when I did everything but now I need someone else to do it.

To set this story up, all I have to do is create a premise which isn't easy but not difficult either. I can tell you a story about Hameed the guy who manages the houseboat or the story of Javed whose brother looks down upon him because he is not a suitable groom. Did I tell you that I went grooming with him though we just cropped our hair and trimmed our beard nothing fancy.

I could share you something deep like from my deep darker alleys where remains the ugly part of the world. I can conjure up some fantasy far away erotica. I have mastered the art of doing that developing stories, wait everyone does that. Sometimes I wonder if I can write about two lovers in embrace without the dirty details. Add some surprise which sometimes exists in our lives.

or, I can tell you about what just happened recently in my family where my parents called cops on my trans-female sister. They are unable to accept this new person , their concern is the same that what ifs and what about the other people they are scared shit about people , but not my sister. What will their relative will say and everything else in between. Nah not interesting.

Do I share the story of the daughter that I have who lives far away and is going to be asking me soon How are you ? and why are you now with us? Shall I start writing letters. I wonder in this age and time she would care about letters.

Shall I just reject all the beliefs and start again. Yes it's possible.

There are many threads , literally many as I see threads everywhere threads tell you a story, these stories come from different hands. You unwind them slowly unwrapping and sometimes when they get stuck you gently remove the knot and start again. Someone said that once there is a strain in your thread you cannot join them back- that fucker was wrong. I do it everywhere with my work , threads and yarns and relationships and interestingly it joins each other in such a fashion that nothing is visible on the fabric of life