It rained last night. It's wet outside and the fog hangs heavy over the river. The porridge is bubbling on the stove and on the radio plays Padma's favourite music. It's an Isla-Grant-kind of morning.
Being alone on such a morning is not loneliness. It's strength. It's the art of valuing your own presence, of becoming your own friend, listening to your thoughts, and not constantly seeking external validation.
Many people fear silence. They fear dining alone or an empty seat beside them in the cinema. But these moments shape us the most. They teach us independence, self-sufficiency, and freedom.
Those who've mastered the art of solitude can master anything.
