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Scratching an itchy scab can compare to that amazing first bite of a meaty kebab after a boozy night out.
You know that moment when you finally tell your self-discipline to go f**k itself and you just give in—your hard fingernails rubbing up against that itchy spot that’s been begging for momentary relief.
That’s sort of how a broken heart can feel to me. Sort of a painful relief.
This is the story of trying to heal heartbreak in India and about finding out something unexpected.
By Sisse JensenScratching an itchy scab can compare to that amazing first bite of a meaty kebab after a boozy night out.
You know that moment when you finally tell your self-discipline to go f**k itself and you just give in—your hard fingernails rubbing up against that itchy spot that’s been begging for momentary relief.
That’s sort of how a broken heart can feel to me. Sort of a painful relief.
This is the story of trying to heal heartbreak in India and about finding out something unexpected.