At peace in my own company

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I am in that phase of life where I feel I am my own best companion. I no longer need company to feel happy or complete. I don’t feel the urge to hang out or have long conversations anymore. A few messages here and there—just enough to know the people I care for are doing well.

Sometimes I wonder:
Am I responsible for this shift within me?
Or is something wrong?

But then I pause and think: if I am at peace with myself, if I am happy in my own company, what more do I really need?

“Har mulaqat ka anjam judai kyun hai?” (Why does every relation/meeting end in separation?) asks Talat Aziz, the poet. Over time, I have learned: “Har mulaqat ka anjam judai hai” (every relation/meeting, indeed, ends in separation).

Every relationship we are born into or build along the way changes with age, experience, and circumstances. A child admires parents unquestioningly. But as adolescence arrives, admiration turns into analysis. The same parents once placed on a pedestal may suddenly face criticism. Opinions clash. Debates rise. If either side fails to understand that these storms belong to the season of growing up, the bond between parent and child can fracture—sometimes forever.

This is true for every relationship.

As we grow, we change. Our choices evolve. Our desires shift. Our perspectives expand. The people in our lives must understand that growth alters us. They must resist saying, “You were not like this before.” Because of course we were not. We are not meant to remain the same.

So yes, I changed too.

The relationships I once cherished with pride faded or broke as I aged. Some slipped away quietly, others shattered loudly. Today, I no longer feel the urge to mend what’s gone or build something new.

Main aur meri tanhai… aksar baatein karte hain (I and my solitude… often sit and talk to each other).

And in that quiet, I have found a strange fullness.


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