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Emptiness


Some days are like that: vacuous.  Nothing stirs in the consciousness.  Even the annual budget fails to rouse the spirit.  Nothing matters really.  “Earth to earth and dust to dust,” the cleric at the funeral service makes a ghostly apparition in the consciousness filling its foreground with what William James described as “a sense of surrender to the empty passing of  time.” 

Shadows walk about in the haze of moonlight that has turned marmoreal for no reason.  Reason becomes a spectre that has put on dark goggles and a mocking smirk and gallops through the dying embers in your consciousness. Clop-clop-clippety-clop.

Emptiness is unbearable.  Even if it is the DNA of life.

Fill it.  With whatever you like.  Words, for example.  As I’m doing.






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  1. UnknownFebruary 2, 2017 at 9:26 PM

    Sir, there are people who have nothing to fill it!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 2, 2017 at 9:37 PM

      That would be painful! I've seen most people filling it with money, some with power and a few with dreams.

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  2. RajashreeFebruary 3, 2017 at 11:52 AM

    Wonderfully articulated - the bitter fact of life struck at odd times!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 3, 2017 at 1:05 PM

      It's like you've gone empty all of a sudden though there are a lot of noises all around and even inside.

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  3. Durga Prasad DashFebruary 3, 2017 at 4:10 PM

    This is also a flavour of life.

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  4. sunaina sharmaFebruary 3, 2017 at 4:39 PM

    I feel that very often - and only words seem to bring some solace. But sometimes they fail too....I sometimes wish that the carefree nature of a child would be a constant as we grow up but alas ! that doesn't happen....

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 3, 2017 at 7:53 PM

      The child continues to survive and that also creates a conflict! The child in the adult is incompatible with the society.

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  5. Renu VyasFebruary 3, 2017 at 5:26 PM

    I can so relate to what you say Sir. There are days when I react to the happenings around me for the sole reason that it is expected of me while inside I feel blank. Its like a vacuum. I function because it is something to be done. I guess it is a phase of life and even this shall pass as the famous saying goes :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 3, 2017 at 7:55 PM

      It will pass, no doubt. In the meanwhile, it's a consolation to know that there are many who experience similar situations.

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  6. Kokila guptaFebruary 3, 2017 at 10:50 PM

    I dread that feeling. It kills life, while the man lives on. even if temporarily.
    Just like Renu has said, I do things because they have to be done, without feeling anything but it happens with me only when I am hurt.. in a way that neither I am able to cope up nor am able to let it go.
    Otherwise, mercifully, emptiness inside me is a rare thing.. In fact, I am too full with matters ranging from cosmic to trivial! :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 4, 2017 at 8:27 AM

      Good you have a range of things from cosmic to trivial to fill the void. I have to invent things.

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