Years ago, I went on a trek in the Himalayas. It was one of those treks which are planned because a bunch of lonely people decides that they have had enough of life and it’s time to trek. I joined them because I wanted to go out of the city. I was feeling suffocated. When I stay at a place for more than six months, I often feel suffocated. I don’t think this condition has a name. I wish it had because then I would have a conversation starter at the parties. Hey, I have this condition called sickophobia. I would suddenly be the hot topic in the room. People would show interest in me. People show interest in anything which has a name. They empathize. Most of the time, their empathy is fake but they try. Trying is enough. Expecting anything more is pointless.
Tenzing
The imagery in your writing is so spot on. Reading this felt like a trip in the mountains. Thanks for this muft ki savaari ❤️
Love it
Too good👍🏼👍🏼