Sometimes one does not know the difference between Solitude & Loneliness
I wonder when solitude becomes loneliness. It must be on Sunday as I wait for the fish seller to come to our lane. Then I sit down before him and watch a line of people buying fish from him. I wait and wait and wait endlessly, hungry as a stray cat always is, wondering when he will throw me that piece of skin and bone or sometimes, even the head or the tail, that the buyers won’t need to take home.
It takes a long time for me to get my breakfast. I am pregnant and am very hungry. The whole world seems to be watching Netflix and having their breakfast of cornflakes, cheese sandwiches, idlis, dosas or eggs and bacon. But I wait for the fish seller to listen to his heart; Sometimes he hears it and sometimes he does not and that is when I know the difference between Solitude and Loneliness.