How does it feel to get into to a South Indian restaurant all alone? How does it feel to order a monster size dosa and finish it sitting all alone in a 4 seater table? That is the feel of depression. That is the feel of loneliness.

The food was unquestionably better than what I could have made, but the feel of loneliness crept in when eyes wandered through the completely filled tables and returned back to the plate for the next bite.

Everybody around either came with their parents, or wife and kids or other friends. It was impossible to find some one eating alone looking at the roof and table periodically; expect me of course. If the movie Swadesh got me memories of motherland, this is another instance that made me feel bad that I am away from parents and friends.

I drove back home with total depression, entered my sweet home and let some caffeine flow through my veins and gave a serious thought about that disturbing incident that accompanied my dinner.

Then I realized that this is the road that every career oriented individual travels and I did understand that solitude can be serene.