At this moment I feel a certain weight within and around me. Sometimes I eat in these moments. Though a recent heartbreak triggered it, this heavy sensation has been with me for a while. Eating offers only temporary relief, like a quick fix. Soon, the underlying unease returns.

This feeling of weight often compels me to physical action. I used to swim or ride my Vespa, but I haven’t been doing that lately. For a long time, drawing was my preferred outlet. Recently, I’ve tried going to cafes after dinner to write, design, or read until almost 12. But even there, I ended up feeling uncomfortable, and the accumulating costs became a concern.

Blogging, or simply writing, has been a significant force in maintaining my balance. Though I don’t yet feel fully in sync with my daily routine, I’m determined to continue. I’ll express what’s troubling me, one way or another.

Writing that last bit brought a pleasant sensation, and instead of pondering why, I immediately finished a vati full of madras-mix, almost saying, ‘kya baat hai, kya baat hai…ye baat hai!’