Boredom in solitude

 I began in the simplicity of school days, a child until ten, where play and learning shaped my first memories. College came next, the predegree years, a taste of freedom before the harder climb of B.Tech in chemical engineering, where my mind was tested and my future began to take form.

Work opened its doors and with it, marriage and a life in Kozhikode, then Trivandrum. Soon I stepped into Bahrain, a land that felt different, richer, and left a mark I still carry. In those years, I built more than income — I bought a small plot and built a home, and felt the ground beneath me grow steady.

But life already turned again, bringing me back to India, this time to Delhi, into another home and into a season of struggles. The weight of responsibility grew, and sometimes I walked in silence, carrying more than I could say. Still, I travel on — through work, prayer, and small friendships — learning that even in suffering, the road keeps moving, and so do I.

In the midst of new people where they talk about academics, their get togethers, even bonded relations, am still an  odd one just live in present unknowns with past knowns! Even Rajni's Basha triggers, no wonder I had it in old days, when I really made with friends.