Home. The only spot I'm travelling to and from work these past 2 months. But more importantly, also the spot that's helping me make my journey within. What a wonderful thing to have happened - my having moved here and then slowing things down.
Though it's now become painful having not left the city for this long, being initially caught up with the shifting and furnishing of the house and now, just spending a lot of time day dreaming about and browsing for decor, I'm still stoked that this house has brought me a certain steadiness, slowed me down, made me stop and think about why I was trying to tear through life for the past few months - I had no external reason to, and hence the dives I've been making inside. Now I'm studying and learning SO MUCH about myself, at the silliest, most mundane and then the most spiritual levels (trust me they are linked, but won't preach!). This picture does ABSOLUTELY no justice to just how good this house makes me feel, and that's what I've been trying to get y'all to feel with me through my stories. And yet I'm posting cs hey! What can I do, I've already fessed up I post only when inspired enough to write something from my heart and this. is. from the very. bottom.
P.S. Curiously, I'm craving mountains like I have never before in spite of my being a downright-wind-in-my-hair-sand-in-places-i-wont-mention beach bum - I'm seeing hilltops in the clouds I'm looking up at while dust enters my gaping mouth on the 2 wheeler, I'm seeing a mountain vacay through the rain pattering on my work window while stinkers pile up in my inbox, I'm hearing Ye haseen wadiya play at the slightest hint of good weather! And if there's one place I could go back to, it would be @thecarltonhouse in Yercaud. Please check it out! I'm missing it too much!
P.P.S. I've been watching too much @thisisusnbc and yeah it's therapy for life #love 😍