๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐น๐ฒ๐ฟ๐!!!
I recently visited Malabar Hills, Mumbai. Once I was done with my meeting, I sat on a bench installed on the recently opened glass viewing deck. The sun had set, and the cold breeze made me momentarily forget that it was summer.
As I gazed at the horizon and back, I noticed a 3 storeyed building, nestled comfortably between the growing number of skyscrapers. My eyes fell on the balcony of a house on the 2nd floor. The resident had hung fairy lights, kept beautiful plants, and had some cozy cane furniture to relax.
The setup was so inviting that the penthouses and luxurious lobbies of the modern infrastructure lost their lustre in front of this simple DIY balcony in an approximately 3-decade-old structure.
This reminded me of something that I had read in โThe Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma –
โ๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐, ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐บ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. ๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐ผ๐บ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฝ๐น๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ณ๐๐น ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐. ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐พ๐๐ถ๐ฒ๐๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐น.โ
No matter where you live and whatever your means, you can always carve a small space for yourself to go when you are feeling low or spent.
๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ผ ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฎ๐น ๐น๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐น๐น๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ. Well said, Robin Sharma!

