I want to grow out of this and emerge as a new human being but it’s not really easy, this is gonna take lotta time, also this wouldn’t heed anything if I’m not putting any effort in overcoming this and making it look how I want it or how I painted it in my mind!! and all of a sudden the ever had fear in mind of everyone turned true today and we are all Isolated with self. You know what, this phase didn’t make us isolated we are already Self-Quarantined since ages. This isn’t really new to me. The only fear would be what if I cant dream more? what if I can’t live more?? what if?? This phase just gave us the time to rethink on lot of things we ever did and to stick along and walking off is NO option. In fact I realised I knew it well that I was Quarantined ever since I thought I was socially open, but deep down I knew it.
What could we do, for the doors guarded,
What could we do, for the hunger and thirsted,
What could we do, for the streets were forbidden us,
What could we do, for the had imprisioned us,
What could we do, for the town was asleep?
What could we do, for we were defenceless,
What could we do, for night had descended,
What could we do, for we were in love??
I think I’d like to say only that they should learn to be alone and try to spend as much time as possible by themselves. I think one of the faults of young people today is that they try to come together around events that are noisy, almost aggressive at times. This desire to be together in order to not feel alone is an unfortunate symptom. Every person needs to learn, how to spend time with oneself. That doesn’t mean they should be lonely, but that they shouldn’t grow bored with themselves because people who grow bored in their own company seem to me in danger, from a self-esteem point of view.
There are quiet places also in mind. But we build bandstands and factories on them. Deliberately..to put a stop to the quietness. We don’t like the quietness. All the thoughts, all the preoccupations in the head..round and round, continually…what’s it for? what’s it all for? To put an end to the quiet, to break it up and disperse it, to pretend at any cost that it isn’t there. Ah, but it is; it is there, in spite of everything, at the back of everything. Lying awake at night…..not restlessly, but serenely, waiting for sleep….the quiet re-establishment itself, piece by piece; all the broken bits, all the fragments of it we’ve been so busily dispersing all day long. It re-establishes itself, an inward quiet, a growing, expanding crystal. It grows, it becomes more perfect; it is beautiful and terrifying….for one’s alone in the crystal, and there’s no support from the outside, there is nothing external and important, nothing external and trivial to pull oneself up by or to stand on…There’s nothing to laugh at or nothing to feel enthusiastic about. But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably. And at last you are conscious of something approaching; it’s almost a faint sound of footsteps. Something inexpressibly lovely and wonderful advances through the crystal, nearer, nearer. And, oh, inexpressibly terrifying. For it were to touch you, for it were to seize you and engulf you, you’d die; all the regular, habitual daily part of you would die.There would be an end of bandstands and whizzing factories and one would have to being living arduously in the quiet, arduously in some strange, unheard of manner.
This too shall pass!!
Signing off, your lovingly,
Rashmi Manjunath<3

























