Solitude is a painful bliss…

Solitude is…

sitting by yourself on a calm evening watching the sunset, the birds returning to their nests, the trees alive with them…

sitting late night with a cup of coffee reading a novel, watching a movie, listening to your favourite playlist…

a rainy evening, standing in the balcony watching the roads and the traffic, sipping a hot cup of tea…

bolting through the sky at 30,000 feet in a fighter jet at Mach 2… racing in a Formula 1 car for the last 15 laps in first place, knowing the next person is half a lap down…

being in a group, smiling and laughing and yet thinking about that one person who is not there, and without whom a smile or a laugh is just mechanical flexing of facial muscles…

playing a first person shootout or NFS on your gaming console or PC…

working away feverishly and getting upset at the slightest of interruptions…

a walk with just your walking stick and memories for company…

traveling alone from or to your home…

bowing humbly to God in a temple at noon… and just sitting there, soaking in the divine silence…

solitude… stopping by the woods on a snowy evening…

Solitude… a state when you are unpretentious, naked, exposed, vulnerable and yet at peace with all of it. When you don’t have to justify trivial things like breathing, laughing, frowning to anyone. When you don’t have to seek acceptance, and you are not bothered of being an out-cast. When you can smile at the silliest of thoughts without explaining to some one why you smiled, and without anyone rating you as a person with silly thoughts and a bad sense of humour.

Solitude, a prescription for the souls immersed in recklessness of this world.

DELTA1

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