Being a Hermit


Most times I find myself alone.

My best times are with myself.

Yet my world is surrounded by people.

People I love and cherish.

People who love me wholeheartedly as well.

People I make cameo appearances in their lives.

Whom we have shared best laughs and silent cries.

Who hold my heart dearly in theirs.

Whose hearts I hold dearly in mine.

Who appreciate even singular encounters that turned strangers into friends. Family. Lovers. Teachers. Learners. Acquaintances. Everything.

Being invited to share and be part of special moments is a daily.

Being able to honour every invitation is a rarity.

Today,

I accept that I cannot be all to all.

I cannot honour my most pressing need and not shatter another loved one’s hope or desire or plea.

Yet in all these needs, I honour the need to be myself wherever I land.

Coz I’m a hermit. We all are.

The first and last relationship, need, love I have is myself.

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