Note to Self

The fortress stands secluded, far removed from everyone, everything. Remote. With the doors closed, there's perfect isolation. Access denied. But the window makes the reverse impossible: the Sun pours in with it's happiness, the moon, calmness.

The fortress stands safe, secure. Nothing is allowed to infiltrate. That which is disease outside, becomes cure inside. The very thing that maims and weakens transforms into my strength and solace. Roles reverse, countenance changes. An inversion of personality.

The fortress, though an illusion, makes what is real surface. Such is the irony. But that is what makes it so special. The fortress is a catalyst. It's more than just bricks and stones. Refuge.

It is difficult to say which derives meaning from who. Whether it's me, defining and creating the fortress and taking it to something extraordinary or the fortress itself, instigating everything, instilling the protective emotions. Maybe it's a mutual existence, a fortunate one.

The fortress stands, comfortable for the lone owner.





12 comments:

  1. Nice philosophical post Medha.I love your blog & there is a token at jeeteraho,please visit.

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  2. Thank you Indu ji, I love your blog too and thank you so much for the tag there :)

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  3. Doesn't anyone find it a bit loony?

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  4. Impressively loony, if you will, Medha :)

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  5. CS: That's more like it, thanks!

    AmitAag: Thank you :)

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  6. Are you trying to create the Matrix? :o

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  7. hmhm... that was both strong and lonely at the same time. Nice piece of writing.

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  8. Sushmit: Ha ha! I would love to :D

    Muthu: Thank you.

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  9. The fortress that we all create around us ... well said !!!

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