The Big City Therapy

Big cities are a blessing sometimes. Living in a small place like Goa, that too in a meager fifty something acre campus, our scope of thinking gets limited. Sometimes it doesn’t even cross the hostel room where one can spend hours wondering about things that are may be just a myth. Myths that haunt, that divert us from reality and restrict us from looking forward to something. Since there is almost negligible exposure to the outer world, these thoughts create a claustrophobic cell around us, which, after sometime, make it impossible to find a crevice that may let some light in. Things just keep getting darker. At such a time, coming to a big city, sprawling with people, embedded with tall structures, rushing at fast rhythm which leaves no time to stay put and think, strangely becomes the source of the kind of oxygen you badly needed. In the crowd you feel tiny and all the troubles that you imagined you had, seem to dissipate in it. All your focus goes into matching your pace with that city. Unlike the walls of the hostel room that echoed your thoughts, the buildings around absorb them to a great extent. The voice in your mind is silenced by the noise everywhere.  Now sometimes, this is more relaxing than sitting on a beach at sunset. Truly said, everything has its own benefits and excess of everything is… dangerous.