A kind of peace
The last four years have finally given the answer to the classic choice between mountains and beaches. I am a beach person, for better or worse. Maybe it's because my lungs have adapted to the high pollution levels that surround me and how nearly every time I go to a hill station, I feel more queasy than relaxed. So yeah, beach for the win but I love the city, so city girl over everything. Coming back to the metaphor I was going for: the way the waves rush in, touch your feet for a brief moment, and retreat quietly. I have realized that this simplistic action is something, that we as humans find difficult. Learning to let things come and also let them go. The psychologist in me first thought, it was about control but maybe it's not. Recently, when someone asks if I’m okay, my answer depends on who’s asking. And no, it’s not because I’m being guarded or have decided to put up walls (some have been there since ages, and so far I'm happy). It's because somewhere along th...