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.
Wellness, what exactly do we mean by this word? This word has become the holy grail for millions across the world, hordes of people chasing the phenomenon.