Shuffling Through the Mirage: A Soliloquy of Change
Ludhiana beckons me once more, yet it is not the city of my student days. Then, I was a wanderer upon the shores of youth, living in a solitary room where dreams were vast, but means were meagre. Life was a crucible—fire and steel. I cooked, cleaned, scavenged, and survived. My world was small, my aspirations immense.
“Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Takes everything but leaves the truth.”
Now, I stand within walls adorned with books, furniture, and memories. The space has grown, yet has it truly expanded? Or has life merely gathered echoes of its own passage, like fallen leaves swept into corners by the autumn wind? Comfort does not always yield ease. What was once fluid now resists, what was once effortless now demands intention. Yet, I shall make it a habit to live.
The Silence of Solitude
Silence is a strange gift. Once feared, now embraced. It speaks without words, fills without weight. It offers time—time to pray, to read, to write, to listen to the whispers of the soul. In solitude, the mind is both a sanctuary and a battlefield, where reflections rise like tides, sometimes calm, sometimes turbulent.
“The soul that walks alone at night,
Sees truth beyond the blinding light.”
The Farewell to the Wheel
Months ago, I parted ways with my car, that chariot of freedom which had carried me through several years of journeys. For decades, my hands commanded the wheel, my feet dictated the speed. Now, I surrender to another rhythm, entrusting my path to unseen hands—an Uber driver, a fleeting presence, a symbol of shifting tides.
“All that is owned shall be lost,
Time counts neither gain nor cost.”
Life does not take with cruelty; it takes with indifference. One day, you possess; the next, you adjust.
The Mirage of Change
Life is shifting, rearranging, like a sand dune sculpted by the wind—never the same, never still. Am I walking towards solutions or deeper into riddles? Is the road unfolding or closing in? The answers remain blurred, much like a mirage dancing on the horizon—visible, alluring, yet always beyond reach.
Yet, through all the ventures and misadventures, my convictions stand firm. Life has been a teacher—sometimes gentle, sometimes ruthless. The love I hold, the faith I carry, these remain unshaken.
Perhaps, in the grand design, what we own or lose matters little. It is not the cars we drive, the rooms we fill, or the burdens we accumulate that define us. It is the truths we uphold, the prayers we whisper, and the love we refuse to surrender. These alone endure.
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