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Enough is enough I thought, how many times am I going to tell myself that loneliness kills. Yes it does, so what's the big deal. So many are alone in this world. Why feel so at all the many times. I make myself understand that many times the child in me surfaces up grinning at me jeering at me and once again throwing me into the unfathomable depths of valley called akelapan.
I think, I engage myself in a lot of activities. I teach, I preach, talk, smile, laugh, read, sing, dance, meet people but this friend of mine called loneliness is always with me. I just cannot shrug him off. I just cannot say go away you frustrating soul. I cannot so go away come again another day. I just cannot say not today.
He is with me everywhere as I say my prayers he beckons at me from a corner as he knows I am in the company of my good lord but inspite of that look how daring he is to reflect upon the very glass frame of the divinity whom we all say as omnipotent. Even he cannot shoo him away. He again comes back sitting glued to your mind. The radio FM thankfully plays the song that he rejoices- akela chala haan mein or my heart is beating and then again the same old song- loneliness.
Every problem has a solution we need to solve it. This is what all I remember about maths in my school. I decided to shoo away the monster. I ran to my favourite haunt. My bedroom balcony and I saw a child in the opposite building sitting and wailing loudly, blood oozed out from the wound on his knee, his mother attended and dressed the wound as lovingly as any mother would. She caressed his chubby cheeks, wiped his tears and pampered him.
Next the same scene, for a couple of days his mother son duo would enjoy the company of each other and mother would dress the wound. The wound healed. I could guess as I saw the bandage missing and also the mother. But this little one, one fine day, creeped alone and sat at the same place looking cunningly at his brown maroonish coloured healing skin, he peeled it and enjoyed the oozing blood. He pinched it and enjoyed the pain. He was alone, he didn't cry neither did he sek any attention.
Next day again the rest of the skin. He did this till he removed the entire dead skin and saw a white patch. He smiled to himself on his heroic act, looked here and there and started flying his kite again.
What I saw was a very simple act that any one of us would have done at his age but at this stage of my life I learnt something. I was doing the same. As soon as a tragic incident took place and my soulmate left me I was well attended by so many friends relatives. They all took care of me like that child's mother. Dressing my wounds and bandaging it. I started feeling better. Slowly one by one everyone had to leave and then I was alone like that boy.
Me and my wound. I could do anything with my wound as I knew it had partly dried up. I started pinching, peeling and wanted to feel the pain. I took out all the albums, pics, videos and enjoyed crying in loneliness. I enjoyed the pinch. I enjoyed my own tears. I felt like that child. I was recollecting, recapturing, churning and enjoyed during that.
ALONE…ALONE.. ALONE…. it rings and reverberates and then what next..
Loneliness will be there whatever the child in me has taught me one good lesson the child in that gallery on that day taught me the similar lesson. It's your wound, you may do whatever you want to do. Once its over then get back to flying your kites. Yes, loneliness my dear. I am personifying you. You are my best friend. How can I be lonely when you happen to be there around instigating me to meddle with my wounds.
THANK YOU!
KEEP SUPPORTING GUYS!!!
