Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

I never studied during my college days. I would spend nights reading lots of novels, exploring different genres of movies, and listening to all kinds of music alone in my room. Books provided me the comfort that any other human presence couldn’t. They were my soul, in a way my companion in isolation. Movies stimulated my mind to see things from different perspectives, from different people’s points of view. Despite being alone and single, seldom did I feel lonely or depressed. I liked that state of quietness, filled with self-exploration and a journey fuelled by unlimited curiosity. People didn’t interest me, rather what interested me were those imaginary characters from the books. Any book that was well written, had my inner self moved and enthralled as to how someone could have imagined something so beautiful and put them into words. I tried to find love, but failed again and again. Rarely did I connect with anyone on a deeper level except one or two friends, who were, of course, boys. And slowly they also dissipated from my life.

Now, I am still in college. I am still single and alone, lying on my bed, reading novels after novels. But as I said, I have never felt depressed. Yes, there were occasional moments of sadness and melancholy, when I would just spend the day without doing anything substantial, but that’s common. Occasionally, that feeling of loneliness would often stab my chest, paralyzing me into a nauseating state of utter numbness, sending me into a zone where there is only me, and nothing else but me.