He is falling. A moment ago he had climbed a peak. But now, he is falling. Take deep breaths, as that yoga teacher had said. He attended a few yoga classes last summer. It was to help with breathing. You must take deep breaths every few hours to improve your life. Did she say life? He doesn’t remember. It can’t be life. It’s been over a year since he left that yoga class. But he has been taking deep breaths every few hours ever since. Take deep breaths, he tells himself, while falling. The yoga teacher had blocked him on WhatsApp. You ask a lot of questions, she had said. But, how will I take deep breaths if I am feeling breathless? You can, she said. But how? You haven’t paid me my fees. Take deep breaths and forget about it. Blocked. She was a good teacher, though. But for a yoga teacher, she was very impatient. It felt like she was meant to become an investment banker or something but ended up becoming a yoga teacher. Sometimes, the lives people choose for themselves, are actually the lives of people they admire. And their whole life they keep trying to fit themselves in that glove. The glove loosens, eventually, but it was never their glove. And the lucky ones realize it early. They throw away the glove and try a new one. And again and again. They keep doing that till they find their match. The unlucky ones, well, they take deep breaths. Until they fall. And he is falling.
This is too good man but unlike THE FALL it ends. I have read almost everything he has written on internet. Be it on ARRE or MEDIUM. And now I am addicted. I need more. So can someone suggest a writer whose writing style is close to Vishal.
This is too good man but unlike THE FALL it ends. I have read almost everything he has written on internet. Be it on ARRE or MEDIUM. And now I am addicted. I need more. So can someone suggest a writer whose writing style is close to Vishal.
You are incredible