The Places Where I Accidentally Disappear


What activities do you lose yourself in?

.

People often ask what activities make you lose yourself.

As if it’s some neat little hobby list.

Like:

Reading.

Painting.

Yoga at sunrise.

Very aesthetic. Very organised.

Unfortunately, my mind does not operate like a well-labelled storage box.

I don’t schedule losing myself.

I simply… vanish.

Sometimes it happens while writing.

A sentence arrives quietly, like a shy guest, and before I know it, I am chasing words through paragraphs as if they are fireflies in the dark. One thought becomes another, then another, and suddenly an hour has passed.

No warning.

No permission taken.

Illustrating does this too.

When a blank digital canvas stares back at me, I tell myself I will “just add a small detail.”

A line here.

A shadow there.

Next thing I know, I am zoomed in at 400%, arguing with a pixel.

This pixel, apparently, holds the fate of the entire universe.

Sometimes I disappear into thoughts instead.

Not dramatic thoughts. Just the quiet wandering kind.

The kind where a simple idea grows branches —

What if…

Why do we

Isn’t it strange that…

And suddenly my mind is exploring philosophical forests when I was only supposed to be making tea.

The tea, by the way, is usually cold by the time I return to reality.

And then there are moments when nothing “productive” is happening at all.

Just watching the sky change colours.

Listening to a song too many times.

Or staring at something ordinary until it quietly becomes beautiful.

Those moments are dangerous.

Because that’s when time slips away most politely.

No drama.

No announcements.

Just a gentle disappearance.

So if you ask me what activities make me lose myself…

The honest answer is this:

Anything that feels a little magical, a little curious, and slightly unnecessary to the practical world.

Writing.

Illustrating.

Thinking too much about small things.

Apparently, my favourite hobby is accidentally leaving reality for a while.

And honestly?

I’m not in a hurry to come back.

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—Rajeshwari 🧿💕

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