"Melancholy is the pleasure of being sad."
- Victor Hugo
Friday evening is certainly not the time to feel sad; I have a fresh weekend at my disposal, the rains have brought down the temperature in Delhi and everything around me just looks fine. Moreover, I have no particular reason to feel sad. Still, melancholy is the only word which can describe my present state of mind. There are times when I feel that way, for no reason at all. This is when I shut myself, this is when I long for something I myself don't know, this is when I take refuge in darkness.
Reading thus far, you might be mistaken that this is my frustration speaking here. No. On the contrary, I am trying to tell you how I feel a subtle pleasure while I am actually feeling sad.
Let me not complicate it further. Take an example. Whenever you feel extremely happy, don't you remember about something/someone which/who would have made you happier? To me, this is this little pain of not having something/someone by your side which actually makes your happiness complete.
I pity those who never felt a tinge of sadness in their moments of happiness. They have never really known happiness.
1 comment:
"Happiness is the form, sadness is content" -- Kundera
Nice post. Kundera had an effect after all. I read this very early post out of whim that how was everything years back.
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