I don't remember which day it is, I have to check it in my phone everyday. I realised everyday is not the same day not because of its name, but because of what I experience inside me. My thoughts keep fluctuating everyday. One day I am super fine and other day I find there's terribly something wrong in me. Am I under depression? I don't think so honestly. Is it lockdown or reality? I have no idea. Is it dream or illusion? Or some delusion? At times I feel I am hacked from all the sides and my view has been blocked intentionally. I am compulsorily made to see something that is actually hiding the real picture behind the wall of my bedroom. I try hard to open the windows to breathe some fresh air, but none opens everywhere. In my bedroom I feel I am continuously under surveillance. Then I feel there's traffic in my memory lane and only confusion keeps on honking in my brain.
Sometimes I feel good sitting in my hall then, for a change, without my phone. I do it whenever I meditate.
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