Anxiety

Anxiety is the worst of chronic disease if it exceeds the threshold. In a way, it’s like sugar. It’s pleasant if in moderation but the moment it overloads, it’s gonna yell disaster.

Moreover, the way it gives rise to desperation. It’s almost scary.

My feet have grown a mind of their own. I no longer have, what do they say? Control?

Precisely! I do not have control of my feet, my brain, my heart, and my body. Emotions, you say?

It keeps dragging me back to the Empress’s palace behind the castle, looking down the tiny hill.

The white marvelous colossal building with a fence of Deodar, Peepal, and maple trees has a magnet while my body seems to have an accelerated amount of iron. The natural laws do all the remaining work and I find myself strolling near the fountain outside the entrance at every chance I can get.

There is something about the place that has captivated my heart. Or it could be the owner? Nope. Not the owner, but a portrait of the deceased owner.

I just can't seem to