long-distance relationship became hard. While I wasn’t sure where my career was going – I hoped to be a writer but couldn’t imagine making a living out of it – Keeril’s future as a composer was mapped out.And yet it was he who struggled after I left college, sinking into low moods and depression.
I didn’t understand what was happening. Looking back, I felt burdened by him. There was far less awareness around mental health back then.
Had there been more, I’d probably have understood things better.The problems magnified when he moved to California for his PhD at Berkeley.
I flew over to visit him once, but felt trapped. He asked me to move there but it was hard to envision it: I knew no one other than Keeril and both the apartment he had.
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