Are you in solitude or are you lonely?

There is something strangely peculiar about solitude. Interestingly, in physical world, solitude and loneliness share the same space. Think how a sort of emotion - happiness or, its opposite extreme, sadness render different perceptions to this physical space where one unites with the self.

This state of deprivation has many facets and thus nuances. I write this article in solitude and find it strange that when I upload it on my blog and make it accessible to strangers, I stand a risk of getting it plagiarised. I could have instead published it in a magazine or journal and have earned a byline. Or I might have instead saved it in my diary and 5 years from now when I 'd have had more interesting experiences to write about, I could compile them all and write a book - a greater probability of earning novelty. But as of now I have no such plans, no great story. So I'd just upload it in the online world of anonymity, make my blog appear more active, share on FB and rest myself in forgetfulness. And So I did. I am  not sure the source of traffic my blog receives, but considering my last post was about a year ago, if even 10 people I know read it, it'll be blissful to receive their feedback, appreciation - a distant dream. Divulging from one chain of thought leading to another, the essence of the matter is that I think all of this and write in solitude. A feeling that does not make me realize my state of being.

State of being? I had long imagined myself lying down on a virgin beach with my toes immersed in the sand, under the starry sky. The stars always cast their influence on me - and I have also begged a wish to a shooting star, I don't remember what I asked for but I have at least this much trust in me that even in the most casual or conscious-deprived mindset, I won't pray for anything that is to last temporarily. I am not sure whether my wish of sleeping on the bed of sand with a blanket of the stars was influenced by Zoya Akhtar's Zindagi Milega Na Dobara or not but as far as I can be sure - I guess it was much before the movie came. The only significant change it perhaps made was that now I saw a man sharing the space with me. On a reality check, this situation is no longer a mere figment of my imagination. I have lived it, only way differently - it's for you to judge whether for the better or the worse. I was lying down on a virgin beach with my feet immersed in the sand, under the starry sky, the sound of waves of the sea completed the movements of the strings of the guitar the American man with me was playing on the tunes of Ed Sheeran. We were wasting ourselves and in a group - Spanish, French, Americans, Ecuadorian and Indian. It was chilly and I was lonely.