Two of my closest friends in this world are — a cooing, white-grey pigeon that always sat outside my bathroom window, who I started out being scared of but eventually made friends with and — the rough textured, brown brick wall that has comforted and kept me company many a time, at a cafe that I frequent to.

My world is made up of not only people but coral evening skies, a cup in my kitchen rack that says "Good things are going to happen.", the shy lizard that I sometimes come across, cold-pressed mango juice and many little things that, I have started to grow fond of in my existence.

In the previous year I have had a million laughs, good amount of cry, came to terms with my mental illnesses, met a bunch of interesting people and also made some glorious mistakes. It's been a great time!

I am just utterly in love with this magnificent world and this magically, abstract life that I have. Reaching 20 years is not very different than reaching 19 or 18 — just more memories (good ones and the ones that make you cringe), couple of accidentally broken mugs and more friendly pigeons!

I am grateful and excited to spend more time discovering little bits of this world and myself, and to have more hours in this universe of sparkle. Here is to the future sunrises, hugs, uncountable cups of tea, memorable conversations and bright, uncontainable gladness!

So instead of searching for the better self, the greener grass or the balance — let's for once, embrace the glorious mess that we are. Maybe then we would find that, all this time that you were looking for happiness — happiness was looking for you.