When you enter my home,
a place made holy after many failures and lot of efforts, I would want you to follow my rules:
1. Remove your burden off your shoulder outside the door, please
2. Before you enter, take a deep breath and hang your mask on the mask rack. (I suggest that you do away with that unfashionable, ghastly item but we shall get to that at your convenience)
3. When you sit, please sit comfortably: without the fear and worry of judgement
4. Lastly, all through your visit, remember that there is no room for pretend, you can be honest
And now that you know my rules, come on in.
Tell me how you're feeling, I am here to listen.
As I glanced through my window, the hill across the window seemed to strongly demand by attention.
Curious to know what was there, one fine day I decided to visit it.
Glasgow Necropolis, a victorian cemetery was home to almost fifty thousand resting souls.
The place had a totally different vibe; calm and peaceful with less number of people around. Beautiful monuments depicting mind blowing ancient architecture and grave stones gave the place a very unique charm.
It's strange but true how my time in such a negative setting gave me so much positive energy to carry through. (Glasgow, 2016)