I have been eating alone for years now; a decade or a couple of years more perhaps. While eating alone at home, all snuggled up, does not count and neither does my won’t-go-out routine in Delhi, all the eating alone time on my trips makes up for it.
They call it selfish, I would be more liberal and call it making your soul your axis. A new year has come, a year that will, in all probability, will turn the same as the last year. Unless we try against it, unless you love yourself. So this year, I urge you to dedicate these 365 days to yourself, and let it sound selfish. If putting your mental and physical well-being in the top place sounds selfish, let it be.
Reaching work, checking off first work-task of the day, and a coffee at my table, I browsed for stories on people who have left world and all its woes to live off the grid. People living in the wild, close to nature.