House arrest
You couldn't avoid it and the circumstances brought you here but now the only way, you realise to gather peace in a place that was once familiar to you is to gather them in the pieces of the past. Gathering them in your little basket of remembrances, you realise, a certain smell or an object would give you the solace that everything else and everyone else now is failing to. In a room with people you know, the tea is served,with some ideas that are obnoxiously stupid for you and plainly simple for them and your silence at the dinner table, communicating toxicity towards some of their recognitions about you. No sooner than that, you realise that there's a division . A division or maybe an unavoidable conflict between what is ought to be ideal and what's not. Distress shrouded in disagreements and soaked in daily routine, political discourse, faith and beliefs, but most importantly the discrepancies in definitions. Their inability to keep track with your ideas and your loss...