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Loneliness can strike anyone, even when surrounded by people; it is not necessarily because of our circumstances or because of who we are.
The room was brimming with euphoria. The guffaws seamlessly fused into the clanking of the glasses. Humourous anecdotes were shared – some new and some fond reminiscences.
As I stood up to fetch the bowl of nachos from the kitchen, I scanned the hall and let out a smile. It was amazing to witness how my girl squad had managed to sprawl together on the miniature sofa.
I turned around to proceed but something felt weird. I began to feel sick all of a sudden. My steps became heavier and I realized I was palpitating.
It was back!
That gnawing discomfort had gripped me again. I grappled with it, pulling out all my strength from within, and finally managed to set myself free of its grasp. Or so I thought. I stared at it in the face this time, and yelled.
“What the hell are you doing here? There is no place for you amidst this crowd.”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” it retorted.
I stood there in submission, still and clueless.
“All the people out there are around you. But, I am inside you.”
Loneliness can hit anyone, anytime. It is not lack of contact with people. A person living a life of a loner may not necessary feel lonely. It is a subjective experience that can creep inside due to various reasons.
We often form perceptions about our friends or family members or even acquaintances based on what we see on the surface. But, sometimes, upon scratching we discover a completely different layer lying underneath. If we can provide someone a shoulder to cry on or an intent ear to listen to them, let us do it. A few minutes from our life can mean the world to someone. And, most importantly, do not hesitate to get medical help if you are hit by loneliness and are struggling to deal with it.
If you or anyone you know is feeling suicidal, here are some of the helplines available in India. Please call.
Aasra, Mumbai: 022-27546669
Sneha, Chennai: 044-2464 0050
Lifeline, Kolkata: 033-2474 4704
Sahai, Bangalore: 080–25497777
Roshni, Hyderabad: 040-66202000, 040-66202001
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