If you suddenly realized that every individual you meet knowingly or unknowingly is living a life of their own experiencing worry, failure, love, pain, pleasure, ambition, routine, just everything you do and just like you, but differently; you are now aware of a feeling called 'Sonder'. Sonder will make you realize that you are only as important as any other person in the grand scheme of life's things. You are also a fleeting image as is another individual you just walked past with an umbrella on a beautiful rainy day. It is time to see yourself in the background of a stranger's life portrait!
Have you ever looked into someone's eye and felt simultaneously invasive and vulnerable? You just experienced 'Opia'! Eyes are like transparent doors that still manage to hide what is within even when you have a feeling you can see through! It is like - you are standing in a train station and there is this girl right across you, your eyes meet, lock, and then you are engulfed by a couple of seconds of silence that lasts longer than an hour and you struggle to unlock yourself from that trap still bewildered by what you experienced because it is just not explainable.
That strange feeling of pain and wistfulness of used bookstores that leave you feeling as a failure is called 'Vellichor'. Somehow you realize that there are zillions of stories of people hidden inside those books that you can relive if only you could read but know you cant will leave you silently yapping like a dog. Books have a soul and mind of their own - it is enlightening, entertaining, depressing and detaining at the same time. Bookstores are little prisons swallowing the human soul as a whole.
Is an inexplicable feeling of misfit screening your sense of being present, clouding your intelligence? 'Monachopsis' is when you are in a place where you 'might' belong but are dawdling there with a sense of not-belonging to! In you own realm is your heart and soul that you now tread softly and slowly in this soil of nowhere because the domain you belong to just does not exist because the place you can effortlessly call home is unrecognizable.
To be continued...
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