I just realized something that... the way the kind of gloom which i am feeling now.....
Gloom of a different kind and maybe even deeper than mine was faced by my grandfather...
This came to my mind as I sit at the temple.. when my grandfather was alive he used to frequent here too...
A very bad anger was felt...
So i came here...
My life is that of isolation, people dont see me or dont wish to see me.
I cant bear to listen to them when they selfishly want to be listened.
I dont understand them... maybe i do but i try to be indifferent to them because they have never cared to even listen...
How does a person become like this ?? Idk
I wonder what his isolation was like...