"How could so many words, so many sentences, amount to so little impact?" was literally a quote within the book that I underlined as I made it through the first half of this feeling, admittedly, petty and unsatisfied. I read the whole book in four days - most of it during my daily commute and the quiet parts of my nightshifts. If it wasn't for my determination to not not finish books on my bookshelf, I frankly might have never made it far enough through the story to get to what moved me most. I had a hard time to not be annoyed at how puritanical Neela was at the beginning or how little I felt the chemistry within Rumiki and Neela's friendship (largely through the fact that the development of their friendship was told to the reader rather than shown and brushed over in timeskips). And hey, maybe I just don't understand the popcultural significance of subtweeting. It was allowing myself to be touched by the story as I saw the threads unravel and intertwine that turned it around for me. "I am recognising that the real monstrosity is not in wanting - even if it's wanting what someone you love possesses - but in harbouring jealousy without naming it." The last fifty pages finally drew me in and allowed me to see the bigger picture that had remained hidden until then. It revealed a profound, rooted exploration of making wrong assumptions and not knowing what a person is going through if you perceive them through an outside lense. It's easy to be judgemental and harsh. It's harder to make space for understanding and empathy. This book reminded me to inquire and to listen. It's about not taking chances because you don't think you could possibly succeed, because it couldn't possibly work out. For me this book illustrates what could have been if you dare to try. The ending came out of nowhere, I just turned the page and it was done, and I definitely ached for some sort of conclusion. But maybe that's the point, eh? Added to that, I found out that you can listen to "Every song" and "Wanting" on Spotify. It made me realise how much I crave songs that aren't about romantic love, how much I need Neela and Rumiki's music. It's as if by the author's description I've been made aware of what I am lacking once more. So this story wasn't perfect in any way, but it moved me. And that's what I'd like to take away from it in the end.