Tuesday, 18 September 2012

The serenity of being alone

There is often a confusion, a state of surprise, a negative vibe when a person says "I want to be alone. I like being alone. I enjoy my company without the need to talk to or please anybody."

There is a huge difference between being alone and being lonely and I like being alone. I never feel lonely or in need of company during that state of mind because I am complete with myself. I don't find the need to be in a relationship or be in the midst of people always because that is who I am, a social outcast, a social anomaly.

A book is all I need to complete my world. The four walls of my room give me more company than most of the people I have ever met. The TV series that I watch makes me weep more than a most of the people's actions.

There is nothing wrong in being a social outcast as long as you are happy with what you are, as long as you are content with your life. If a book is what gives you happiness, then so be it. It is not necessary to party and get drunk in order to live a full life. A full life can be lived even through a book, even through the life of a character, even through the most ordinary of things.

There are people who have issues with being alone. These are the people who try very hard to please people, who go out of their way to make friends and who do things way out of the ordinary that people around them get creeped out.

The serenity of being alone, curled up with a book, watching a movie, a TV show, all by yourself is something surreal and the most joyous thing in the world.

Aishwarya Kumar.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

The sun will rise.


Everything was dark around me. The night was so dark that it was not possible to make out anything. The stars forgot to shine. The moon was masked by the clouds. I was scared. I was alone. I needed a shoulder to comfort me, to let me cry. I looked around frantically, wanting to see someone, anyone. Nobody was there. I lost faith in everything around me. I cuddled into a ball in the corner of the road and tried to hide myself, cover myself. Sleep wouldn’t come. The shoulders that I badly needed never came and cuddled up next to me. A feeling of restlessness and uncertainty took over me. The world had given up on me.

It was then that I saw a small light, very far, very dull, but definitely a light, beginning to appear in the horizon. It slowly emerged out, magnificent and beautiful in its appearance. It gave me confidence. It gave me strength. It gave me faith.

The sun rose. World was enveloped in brightness. Everything was okay.

The sun will rise. The sun always rises, no matter what.

 Aishwarya Kumar.