Inking My Life on Paper

 The wind is not as light  as the previous one. It hit the evergreen forests and romanticised on a very good morning  The citizens felt relieved for the first time after summer, Birds chirped, Flowers  blossomed.  Life was charming for the every entity. The wind was independent and it reached all the corners. It felt the life. However. The life is so unpredictable, nobody figured out the concept of heavy strong winds in a depressing weather, the wind was robust, it weathered out the soil, trees, nests, garden and the entire crops. The wind cried bitterly, it couldn’t kiss the crops or the flower but it was notorious. The entire universe prayed for its calmness like before. And they waited till the eternity.

It's been such a long! I'm here finally and I wanted to speak about something which is not ideal for me. It's been a few days since I'm in Pune back from my hometown and things were pretty unsettling in terms of my mental health and the change atmosphere. Although it would sound kirky but this is the reality. My mind couldn't process the tensed situation at work and hefty workloads, improper hygiene and irregular meals, and all this happened so suddenly. I wasn't feeling human to be very honest in this ground, the culture at workplace became robotic, I missed the human touch, I missed the regular meals, I was totally alienated.  I took a bigger move , bigger than I could have ever taken and thought to change the style of my working, I thought of a change and I am proud of it. While the work was still on table, the irregularities in the schedule, the imbalance took a toll when I found nobody around me to support in reality, I missed the human factor and got indul...