Isolation is always haunted in my work; it is articulated in my expressions; it is visible in my words; I feel always painful to see people solitary. A few people find solace in solitude, a few pour out their griefs in the lap of loneliness.
Solitary is always forged with depression, sadness, tragedy, wrath etc. In certain circumstances, it is indispensable. Separation is very painful especially from our intimates and relations.
In this global village; man is lost in material pursuits. He or she has to migrate from one place to another; away from family members either pursuing his or her studies or to work. Having or being alone life does not give us any pleasure nor delight.
Life becomes a waiting, we keep anticipating, we keep longing to see our dear ones. Separation makes us more sentimental and emotional. A solitary person is always lost in worries, anxieties, etc. We become lonely when we have lost our dear ones and it is very painful to overcome that grief or their memories will always keep us haunting and troubling.
A young widow knows the pain of solitary existence, a husband-abandoned wife knows the pain of staying in the state of solitude, an orphan knows the pain of solitary life, an aged deserted parents from their children understand the cruelties of solitary life.
