Mental Clarity Space

“Chaos can be beautiful if you love all your ingredients.”- Celerie Kemble The days were long, and the nights ushered periods of self-doubt, helplessness catalysed by the events and seasons that left us hopeless. A weary mental state, isolated emotions, ignored the physical state, and desolated spiritual life defined our situation. It was this kind of distress that prompted our journey to Ngazidja in Comoros. Golden Tulip Grande Comore Moroni was our home for two weeks. The restaurant was on a private beach. We had devoted ourselves to exploring the area amidst our mystery while trying to unveil the world's beauty with a hope to tap the beauty within. Scuba divers walked along the coastal beaches free-spirited and in awe of the tranquillity the ambience brought. Business seemed unusual, as women in colourful ‘lesos’ [colourful shawls worn by women] sat in small groups engaging in deep conversations. “This is a sign of a grand event about to take place. We call it Ada, which is basi...

The tropics presented our village with the longest dry season we had ever experienced. Heat rained down on us like a breath of hell. The scorched sand shimmered in the intense white rays of the sun. We were sweaty and the arid heat burnt our lungs. No one would have moved in this penetrating heat unless they were desperate and we were. It had been six months since we experienced the rains; the season had been the worst experience of our days. We wished for the world to end our suffering at once, but the universe had it all wired differently. We cursed the government, hated the system, blamed ourselves, appeased the ancestors but the situation only got worse. The pain of losing our loved ones and everything we termed as wealth. I was growing weary and tired. I had promised myself never to quit on life, but life was vividly quitting on me. I had lost control and the life I was accustomed to was slowly turning to my worst nightmare. It was nightfall, and we had no hope for the future. We...