"There is a certain placidity in my seclusion . The feeling of affection seems like an obtrusion. Here is peace , but out there whole world is prying. Probing us for flaws and they never stop trying. Testing us with abstracts like love & what-not. As the chains of spurious amity tighten the ****** knot. I am amidst the society, yet I am sequestered. And the resentment has become more festered. I have no enmity for the world out there. In lieu of perfidious world , I prefer to be here. That fabricated affinity I just elude. So, I always hanker for tranquility of my personal solitude ."*