BRAIN DUMP #6
How does one process death?
The harsh sunlight hits my face, and instantly I’m faced with the morning struggle: should I get up or stay cosy under my blanket?
Snuggling deeper, I feel the warmth enveloping me. I pull up my duvet, attempting to return to sleep. Within seconds, I sense the heat building inside.
I try to force myself to sleep, distracting my mind with the pending tasks on my list today — a product review, the idea of making Paneer Bhurji for everyone, and the urge to start writing on Medium.
I’ve always enjoyed writing, since childhood. As a kid, I always had a journal on me. It was a de-stressing exercise for me as a kid. Now, as an adult, I want to share my experiences, but there’s an invisible line when it comes to sharing personal stories online. It’s like I’m figuring out what’s okay to share and what’s not — the personal and private boundaries. How much is too much?
As I contemplate this, my alarm rings. I finally remove the duvet from over my head and start searching for my phone, half-eyed. I put it on snooze, glancing at the string of notifications. And then, I see those dreadful words: “She’s gone, let everyone at home know.”
My heart skips a beat. It almost feels like the bed is trying to swallow me whole. I sit upright and for a few seconds, which…
