Detachment

He tried to journal everything but failed miserably, seemed like some lumps were trying to choke him down.

It struck the unseen hollowness or undisturbed anguish that was urging him to get freedom.

In the crowd of known faces with opaque and tangled stories,

he kept masking the futile agendas of his and every other's emotions.

Existential crisis often felt to him some kind of delusion, a hallucination that he created by himself only.

But when he looked down at his past he realized he was carrying the burden all this while.

Some taunts, some bullying, and a little bit of an inferiority complex just not shattered his dreams of attachment but shackled him down to the path of no return.

He was not the writer of his own story; the story that never had a pillar.

The broken character was building the house while destiny was already known;

it will be broken down and shattered into pieces.

Stories connect each other, most importantly the human emotions;

the more it helps in getting attached the more surreal the emotions can be felt closely.

While he was knitting the fictional tale, the only thing he failed to see was the distant reality of getting exiled.

He can't give them freedom from their existing demons, all he can do is help them spot them.

Everyone needs something to distract them from the complexity and reality;

he picked detachment.

A fictional film?

- A Poetic Reality!

Reading Updates -

• Currently reading -

1. Ghosts by Henrik Ibsen
2. Ghashiram Kotwal by Vijay Tendulkar

• Last read - 

1. Halfway House by Mohan Rakesh
2. The Trial of Dedan Kimathi by Ng?g? wa Thiong'o

See you again next week with anything artistic!

Until then read this excerpt:

"The longer two people live together, breathe the same air, ... the ... the ... the more estranged they become from one another. " ― Mohan Rakesh, Halfway House