thenameisPoGo

I am writing this to be able to reach out to others who have or are experiencing the loss of a dear one. Mind you, I am no shrink, but what I write further has just been one of the many ways of getting through with the pain of having lost my Appa. It’s been seven months since I last saw him. The main reason I took to writing was to have a one-sided conversation with him as I wrote. I felt jotting down every little emotion I was experiencing was one way to stay connected with him. I resorted to the easiest way possible, to put my thoughts down as Notes on my phone, and every now and then I’d have a post going up, mostly to reach out to those who miss him as much as I do.  Be it sad that he’s not around anymore, or happy looking at all the good times we had together, or confused and lost because he wasn’t around to guide me, or just going weak failing to accept his absence, it has been quite the turmoil. The frequency of experiencing these emotions lessened as time passed by. But th...

It's been a year since I quit my job at a well established corporate firm. The learning was undoubtedly good, and so was the monotony. Staying within the confines of my safe space, the world seemed nice and rosy, till I mustered up the courage to resign from the monotony. It was quite the draconian step in my world.  The first few weeks were set on me scheduling every activity and giving myself a regime to follow. The pandemic led lockdown added to my misery, only to learn I had time in abundance with nothing productive to do. The scene drifted slowly from an extremely productive day to lazing around. I was hooked onto every possible game on my phone (honestly, I still can't get over a few). A couple of weeks into this, is when I assume I hit my rock bottom. This was when I started to question every decision I've taken in life. After days of low, I decided to go with the flow. I've made peace with myself to be colouring outside the lines, pursuing things which I'v...