Why your surroundings affect your life-

I stayed in a small village in Maharashtra , India (Jalgaon) for the past few days,

Here's a list of things I noticed regarding the mindset and the state of living of the people there-

• The people hate showing their possessions and skills that they adore about themselves, for fear of someone jealous of their success jinxing it; or worse, spreading baseless rumors about how they came about it.

• The people in are in a survival mindset, not in a growth state of mind. Each of their actions are based on what is essential to survive tomorrow, and not on how to grow. Listening to them talk about their thoughts is draining, and feels like a stone mortar against a thin pestle, barely surviving and holding its shape.

• The gap between the rich and poor is of a canyon. The Rich are obscenely rich, the poor, living in depravity. The rich are accumulating more and more, while their charitableness and generousness dropping lower and lower with each rupee added to their name.

• The town is surprisingly low on strays compared to the country and cities with perceptible good vibes, (ie. Pune, Nainital, Ramgarh, Pondycherry, Wayanad, Chennai, etc). The only ones visible are malnourished, and living on the final thread of their breaths. Kinda depressing and appalling once you realize that maybe that's the reason why there are no strays, because they're dead.

• The town has a poor drainage system, and the road infrastructure is very poor. This may seem like a minor affair to the uninitiated, but it actually reflects one of the biggest signs of the lifestyles and the living conditions of the towns residents. and to the spiritually inclined, one is also able to ascertain the vibes of the city in general.

• The people who do have a positive vibe, and are a delight to hang out with are very contrasting in their living conditions, housing conditions, growth mindset vs. survival mindset. their intonation and speech is perceptible from the majority, their views of their life and future plans.

All in all, It really disheartens me to visit Jalgaon, and experience a feeling as this. Jalgaon is my maternal Homeplace, and a Significant part of my childhood has been in this town. All my past experiences have been with one eye closed, now that I look back onto them. All the time spent with my cousins, eagerly waiting to light up fireworks at night in a town that feels stranger to me year on year. The Kulfis, and the night walks on desolate roads feel like a distant castle in the clouds,

And those clouds are slowly but surely dissolving into nothing. The house I spent my childhood is crumbling into ruins, the ceiling leaking, the cements crashing down, the wooden structure, bound to fall like a pack of cards anytime now, the hourglass has been turn, the waves come heading to wash over my sandcastle.

Its one of those times, when you're building sandcastles on the beach, proud of your handwork, you go and call your sister to show her your creation, only to find out that the castle is no longer there. a wave came by and bode your castle farewell.

Your castle, the one you never got to take pictures of, to bid adieu, to spend a little more time glancing at its beauty. It isn't much, It isn't big, having many doors and Levels, but its Yours, its something you built with your own two hands, your tiny fingers, and now what remains are its foundations:

a pile of sand indistinguishable from a mound of dirt. You wish you knew those few minutes that the sun reflects off the far off horizons on the calm seashore would be the last that you spent before the waves came taking away what's yours.

You hold the wet mound of sand in your little palms,

Only for it to turn liquid, running between your fingers,

away from your grasp,

In a way to tell you to let go,

let go of your past, of the good times

come to reality, Its Your inner child, against the world.