 Summary of this article
- The prison has grown more crowded and chaotic, intensifying the struggle for solitude, especially after the Supreme Court rejected bail.
- Amidst confinement, the writer finds solace in music, reading, and caring for animals, using these small routines to maintain hope and mental resilience
Much had changed in Tihar as I returned after my interim bail this time around. Nearly fifty more prisoners had been placed in our barracks, which was already saturated in capacity. This meant that there was even lesser quiet than before. This dearth of peace pinched even more after the bail rejection by the Supreme Court. While I was still trying to recover from the media storm after the judgement, more prisoners knew me now than ever before, owing to the incessant reporting on television news and in newspapers. Now, everyone wants to talk to me for a while—whether out of curiosity or awe, it is difficult to tell. What I, on the other hand, crave more than anything else, is to be left alone. |
