The Essential Elasticity of Loneliness

Walking the Solitary Distance Between Duty and Surrender

One of the most isolating realizations in the world is that we will always be outsiders to someone else's story, no matter how well we think we know them. Picture: A lonely home on one winter night, Shillong

“These are the times in life — when nothing happens —
but in quietness the soul expands,”
wrote Rockwell Kent, as he lived in solitude along the shores of Alaska, contemplating what it means to be an unconventional artist, all while steeped in the spirit of Henry David Thoreau’s writings.

Namaste Friends,

As the screeching brightness of the day blazes through the subcontinent, the nights acquiesce to the quiet multitudes of early monsoon showers. I have been sleeping in intervals, my mind restlessly wandering from one vivid dream to another. I am in a season of life that pulls me relentlessly into activity, only to leave me hollow. I bemoan the dreariness of constant happening, yet there is a sense of an obsidian-sharp awakening in this clench of unease. I crave solitude in its inspir…