Its been an interesting journey – for 17 years I lived with parents. There were frequent announcements (parents screaming at me) , magical self cleaning rooms & a supply of food. For the next 5 years or so I lived in my own room. The room was about two lunges wide & there were corners for clothes, books and other stuff! Toilets still had self cleaning & food was available quite easily. For the next 4 years I lived with other people – complaining often about their habits and also complaining about their complaints about my habits.

At each phase I had human interaction , but suddenly I live alone now. A huge place – all to myself. I’ve built in the auto cleaning with the “maid module”. Food gets served thanks to a hobby. But the solitude is new.

At first a challenge, but now I am starting to enjoy it. Reading, relaxing and treating it as thinking space!

Solitude: for some this is a comfort zone. for others it is a nightmare, a state which one will try to run away from. if one (with sanity) enjoys solitude it is a God given gift. Discoveries and revelations of truth have occurred to explorers and seers mostly in solitude.

Multitude – if it is the correct antonym – in contrast gives knocks making the person to act and react. Multitude creates puzzles and questions while solitude gives solutions and answers.

To my mind, one has to enjoy both states. In multitude one is the Victim / Hero of contemporary circumstances. In solitude one is the master of himself. The self within the self is activated.