A Bowl of Elusive

My dear readers, this is the final chapter of the Siddhant-Ishika story. Here are the links to the earlier episodes:  Part 1  |  Part 2  |  Part 3  |  Part 4  |  Part 5 | Part 6 . I would suggest that you go back, read the earlier chapters, if you haven’t already done it and then come back to find out what happened at the end . In his endless pursuit of love with Ishika, Siddhant had laughed and he'd cried. And Ishika had been there with him, merely in spirit. Because it was clear that her heart wasn't available for love. But Siddhant persevered with an indomitable resilience, which was kind of pathetic actually. Siddhant was hungry for affection like so many of us are and in his hunger, he couldn't see that what he perceived as affection was just Ishika's 'altruism', for the lack of a better word. This was a house of cards and it was destined to tumble down. This is that story. Ishika had been in his arms and in his soul and yet, for all intents and

We are a species of over seven billion individuals. We live in societies, communities, nations, federations, etc. We communicate constantly and yet we are so lonely on a fundamental level. We go about our daily chores, among milling crowds of millions but at the end of the day, we are left alone. Living in a city, where life moves swiftly, where we can’t really take moment to stop and pour our heart out before a fellow human, it becomes evident how singularly solitary our existence has become. Come to think of it, it all boils down to the simple concept of ‘self’. Which then leads to instincts like self preservation, self development, self esteem, etc. Doesn’t the concept of ‘self’ beat the purpose of being a part of something larger, be it a community, a countty or a race. An extension of ‘self’ is the concept of ‘my’. My family, my land, my property, my future, etc. No. I am not advocating communism, if thats what you’re thinking. I totally agree with the premise