SOLITUDE! At times it is a beautiful feeling, more than ever when we choose it. Churning the reminiscences we had had in life, crying over them, smiling over them and at times envying on them. You can stretch your back in your chair with a cup of coffee in one hand and a lit-up cigarette on the other, hearing the ticking sound of the clock pendulum, feeling the wet (or teary) touch of the raindrops on your feet mounted over the window pane and your eyes riveted among the little stars in the dark sky.............
It makes you see the ethereal invisible part from your daily life...it lets u appreciate what the others would deny with their hands down..there's magic in the unusual ambiance and there's a song that hums from the deep which can never lie.
Solitude is so different from loneliness. Like chalk and cheese, they put on show the resemblance, but in the feel they are poles apart. As Kent Nerburn differentiates, Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. Loneliness is small, solitude is large. Loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands toward the infinite. Loneliness has its roots in words, in an internal conversation that nobody answers; solitude has its roots in the great silence of eternity.
Now, it is time to light the next cigarette......the smokes around you takes you there, out of the window pane, among the stars, all through the past........
Now, it is time to light the next cigarette......the smokes around you takes you there, out of the window pane, among the stars, all through the past........
