Compliments in the middle of the office corridor, In between the walk to the grocery shop, At lunch, during work socials feel nothing short of a long lingering hug- affirmatory and validatory to the peaks of hope landsliding with each little missed deadline and each tiny failure. As apprehension grips me day after day- Will I make it? Or will I eventually fail? It is surprising how the lack of belief in yourself can make so much space for how others feel about you - your appearance, your cerebral capabilities, your creative stint and almost everything under the sun. Compliments to some might simply mean a few warm words; While to some others it means a whole story- The story that they could never write in their own words.
the rantings of solitude