A Date With Solitude: Part 1

A Date With Solitude: Part 1

A Date With Solitude: Part 1 has been edited by Rushi Bhimani.


Self-love;

The kind of love where you destroy yourself in order to love yourself better.

At some stage in our lives, all of us feel the need for solitude. I am no different. However, due to my work schedule, I get no time to spend with myself. But there finally came a day when I could leave my office early. I planned to spend that time with myself. A date with solitude.

Now, I generally get my salary at the end of the month. But I was lucky this time. My boss loved my work, so I got a bonus. The best part was, however, that I got my salary on the 15th of March. So, I got to planning my date. I was planning to watch the movie Trappedbecause parallel cinema intrigues me—then have dinner, go for a drive, and sit at the riverfront with my laptop. I could not wait.


17th March 2017

5:30 pm

I have never really cared about how I look or what I am wearing. For me, my dressing does not change with the occasion. I wear the same clothes to a party, to the office or to a social event. However, today I felt a strong urge to wear something else, apart from those shirts I wore every day.

In the back of my wardrobe, I found the black kurta I used to wear in college. I came across that FabIndia bag that I never used. My diary, full of my thoughts and philosophies, lay dust-covered in a corner. How ungrateful I had become to my passion! The fountain pen in my diary reminded me of her. The one I thought I would marry some day.

6:10 pm

My phone was switched off. As I walked towards my car, I realised how normal  I felt. How relieved. No pressure to reach on time. The movie started in an hour, so I decided to take the longest route to PVR.

6:20 pm

It was peak traffic time. I was waiting at the traffic signal, dancing on my unique mix of cheap item songs, when I noticed two girls in the car next to me. They were pointing and laughing. I did not care. I waved at them and drove off, only subconsciously noticing how pretty they were.

6:45 pm

For the first time in years, I reached the theatre on time. I treated myself to one of those recliner seats and was thinking about what I would eat.

Eventually, I bought myself a few samosas and a huge Chicago slice pizza. It felt a little weird seeing people come with their friends, partners, or families. Next to me sat a group of four girls and two boys. They were looking at me, trying to figure out why I was alone.

As soon as the movie started, the theatre went silent. Also, being my usual creepy self, I was sitting in my recliner, having my chicken and ham slice, smiling at a couple making out in front of me. I realised how people would have judged me when I used to do that during college. After a while, I was completely engrossed in the movie. At some point in time, I realised that I was screaming at the screen, “Bro, darwaaze par aag laga.” The girl next to me shouted, “Dude! That way his entire house will catch fire.”

The movie ended on a good note and it made me realise how one needs to be self-reliant. Most of all, it taught me individuality and perseverance. In those 103 minutes, I made four friends and they asked me if I would like to join them for dinner. But I refused, promising to meet them some other time. I had other plans.

8:45 pm

Because I was not hungry, I decided to go to the one place where I could find some solace. I drove myself to SP ring road, to that place, my place, from where I could see the entire city. I took out my diary and opened a random page. As soon as I saw what it was, I burst into tears.

to be continued…


To find out what the diary said, stay tuned for the next part of A Date With Solitude.

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Vyom Desai

Philosopher. Wanderer. Nuclear Engineer. Budding teacher. Kickass social worker. A true samosa enthusiast. Remember, blackberry is bae.