Not so long before, until about 6 months back, I used to love the emptiness of my 'home' and enjoyed the silence it offered. Even though I had just a two seater sofa in my spacious living room, and the whole 700 odd sq. ft area was just for me, I loved the time I spent with myself. Mostly doing nothing, rarely reading books/ blogs. I used to find it a li'l weird to have people and sounds in what I started calling 'home'. So much that I loved the lonely-ness.
Now, after being used to living with an almost constant companion for a li'l over three weeks of the month for the past 4-5 months, a week of being alone irks me. And I find it hard to believe if I was the one enjoying the lonely-ness. What with the living room adorned by a TV, speakers, & fish tank, I find it 'empty'. Lonely-ness is now formally, loneliness!
And, life goes on! I realize its a cycle.
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