Being independently functional often comes at a cost, for most the cost being health and wellbeing.
It's been 6 years since I left the mollycoddled world of my hometown , being hit harsh by reality and thus realising how the world actually functioned. For most situations, putting a humorous twist to the scene with a 'take it in your stride' attitude does the trick but there are some exceptions.
For me , one of these exceptions is being sick, falling ill and being at physical discomfort. I feel this reduces my efficiency and makes me dependent, something I have managed to not be after some substantial struggle.
Now take my current situation, a new city, coupled with bad weather, joining hands with the absence of friends and last but not the least- the end of the month with a pocket oh-so-light to all come together and put me in the best of moods. My current situation was worsened by the fact that I fell ill- a time when I am certainly at my vulnerable best. Unfortunately, Mumbai as a city does not support the vulnerable, it only supports the fittest.
I feel this is perhaps the worst city to fall ill in, unless and until you are a localite. If you are a localite, the blood might just prove to be thicker than water. However, if you destiny has been super kind to send you here, be prepared to face it all, because if you don't, you must fall. When one is sick, one seeks warmth, comfort and serenity but this city offers none. Sometimes what can heal a diseased soul is merely the love and affection which lies nowhere but in the arms of a beloved but alas, this city will not allow you to do so. You will always find distances, routines & expenses interfere with whatever it is you seek, especially when you are vulnerable. My fears which I had before coming here haunt me sometimes, making me feel I am not ready yet, to take it all on. For a person who is not sure if climbing the corporate ladder can be chosen over a soul fulfilling lifestyle, this definitely is not the city.
As I try to stay young, that being the only thing which apparently encourages people to strive with a smile, I sometimes hear the call of the whistling leaves up in Dehradun, the wooden parquet of the house in the hills at Nainital, the inviting and refreshing whiff of the mountain breeze in Manali all inviting me with open arms and a pacifying smile. What brings solace to me is the fact that perhaps my youth may be lost among the hullabaloo of the city life, the hills stay young ever ready to accept me and absorb me within their cozy multilayered snow capped selves- dead or alive.
It's been 6 years since I left the mollycoddled world of my hometown , being hit harsh by reality and thus realising how the world actually functioned. For most situations, putting a humorous twist to the scene with a 'take it in your stride' attitude does the trick but there are some exceptions.
For me , one of these exceptions is being sick, falling ill and being at physical discomfort. I feel this reduces my efficiency and makes me dependent, something I have managed to not be after some substantial struggle.
Now take my current situation, a new city, coupled with bad weather, joining hands with the absence of friends and last but not the least- the end of the month with a pocket oh-so-light to all come together and put me in the best of moods. My current situation was worsened by the fact that I fell ill- a time when I am certainly at my vulnerable best. Unfortunately, Mumbai as a city does not support the vulnerable, it only supports the fittest.
I feel this is perhaps the worst city to fall ill in, unless and until you are a localite. If you are a localite, the blood might just prove to be thicker than water. However, if you destiny has been super kind to send you here, be prepared to face it all, because if you don't, you must fall. When one is sick, one seeks warmth, comfort and serenity but this city offers none. Sometimes what can heal a diseased soul is merely the love and affection which lies nowhere but in the arms of a beloved but alas, this city will not allow you to do so. You will always find distances, routines & expenses interfere with whatever it is you seek, especially when you are vulnerable. My fears which I had before coming here haunt me sometimes, making me feel I am not ready yet, to take it all on. For a person who is not sure if climbing the corporate ladder can be chosen over a soul fulfilling lifestyle, this definitely is not the city.
As I try to stay young, that being the only thing which apparently encourages people to strive with a smile, I sometimes hear the call of the whistling leaves up in Dehradun, the wooden parquet of the house in the hills at Nainital, the inviting and refreshing whiff of the mountain breeze in Manali all inviting me with open arms and a pacifying smile. What brings solace to me is the fact that perhaps my youth may be lost among the hullabaloo of the city life, the hills stay young ever ready to accept me and absorb me within their cozy multilayered snow capped selves- dead or alive.
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