*That cozy space at home*

If you are an introvert and moreover, a bit of a reader like me, then you are always looking for the comfiest spot for your low key therapeutic sessions with yourself. By now you must have chosen and marked your territory; becoming Sheldon Cooper of your house and announcing “This is my spot” and the dangers of ignoring the red flags if ever this is occupied by anyone else. You make sure you keep the place clean and lay the softest mattress fairly won after having a tiff with your mother because for her, things like these must be kept only for guests. With fairy lights or few scented candles decorating the corner you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling while your mom rolled her eyes looking at your silly face but not uttering a word against as she knows someone is busy carving their own world, tiny as much so, but closest to the soul.

It could be a corner in your balcony absorbing the fresh sunlight or a nook far from the snuggly bed where you curl up in restless nights. You laugh, you cry, you enjoy pouring rains through the place, and before you know it becomes your tea/coffee partner. When you come and sit there you feel you’re almost with a friend, someone who calms your mind without having a word uttered.

You spend all your positive energy to fill that space with your own passion which resonates strongly as your alter self to help you read, write, think, or be lazy around the clock. With incessant encounters, that place becomes your pal. One that knows you from your mischievous acts of rummaging through the kitchen cabinets at 3 in the morning and eating the stuff before your sibling does, to the one who encountered your raw emotions mourning for either the real people or over the fictional characters. But someone in whose arms you tend to get asleep faster than intentionally trying to sleep on your comfortable bed.

You long to get to that place after the day’s hustle because its where your inner self unfurls, sheds all the masks off or the pretentious laughs, and finally be yourself. Where your heart decides if it needs a quick hibernation or a hardcore reboot, where your loud silence isn’t misjudged or poked repeatedly to use ‘I am fine’ words.

Sometimes you just sit there and nonchalantly look around. Once there were posters on these walls, medals from juvenile competitions now nicely tucked away in the glass cupboard. You look at those from that spot wondering when did you grow up so fast. Accessing deepest of the emotions you now understood, not only yours but of everyone living or sharing a life with you. How they carry their lives after they are broken as if nothing ever happened to them. How those smiles aren’t genuine but a lot more compassionate to avoid bad mood influence around. It’s where you face the truest of moments and that spot is no less than a regal palace for you.

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