Being Alone means the 30 minutes walk early morning, when I can stare at the old surroundings and find new stuff to wonder about each time.
Being Alone means the 10 minutes spent every morning getting ready, conversing with myself and humming my current favourite track.
Being Alone means the 10 minutes walk to my workplace, passing through the same locations and acknowledging the same traffic sergeant, who once admonished me for running across a busy road.
Being Alone means spending hours, while waiting for a matter to be called on for hearing, when I can admire the architecture of the High Court at Calcutta, discovering a new corner in its corridor every time I trace a different path.
Being Alone means the 30 minutes taxi-ride back home, when I invariably end up in either of my two extreme moods – super elated or extremely cribbing, depending on how my day was.
Being Alone means the 10 minute time I spend with myself before falling asleep, with random, weird, totally unrealistic thoughts making circles in my mind.
Being Alone is sometimes fun, necessary for introspection and at other times, melancholy and boring. For me, it’s what I usually cherish most in a day.
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