My corner.

My corner. We all have this place that we go to when we’re ecstatic, when we’re down, when we’re pensive, when we’re at the depths of depression, when we want to be at peace with ourselves. I’m not sure how it is for everyone else, but I have a place. For some of you it may be the beach, for some the terrace of your houses, for some it may be your rooms, a spot somewhere. Wherever! And no, I am not referring to an outlet like music/movies/food/activities/a person/visiting the mall. I am referring to this physical place you go to, to vent, think, weep, laugh, love, feel at ease, be at peace. A place where you visit, then form your own little cocoon and revel in that moment, savoring the solitude and the freedom to feel what you want to without eyes that pry. I have such a place. Or I had one at least. A place that I used to visit daily, and pour out every facet of every emotion, I went through that day. What’s even more special about that place? Sometimes, my little friend...