‘Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.’
‘Solitude promotes introspection, a journey into our own psyche, reflecting and re-analyzing our actions, intentions, and aspirations. Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. You become alone with your thoughts and you consider and contemplate on them without the distractions and attractions of the surrounding world. The clarity that this contemplation in solitude gives you… may revitalize your perspective towards life as you are reassured of the purpose and intention of your actions and your words. The progression of life can be made better with such pauses, to stop and think a while about the multifarious aspects of your life.
‘The calmness and composure of the mind needed to perceive the world, with all its puzzling complexities can be achieved by this journey one’s own self. Solitude sharpens awareness of small pleasures otherwise lost. It is truly a fact that human beings cannot exist in isolation. They need to be interdependent with each other in order to survive.’
Pretty much all my books take on this subject. Solitude, and what it reveals. Eloping to Ireland while the Celtic Tiger was aroar, finding quiet space in Amritsar to finally make peace with Kanishka, a much-wanted pregnancy that I agonized over because sometimes love is letting go…. these were the first few books. Then, I wrote Breakfast in Cambodia, which is about routines and solace within them. Now, there’s one and half years in a row of days I’ve forgotten to number, in Solitude.