Mental issues

The average 4*6 room had undergone a transformation, reflecting the changes in Rohit's life. Lavish furnishings adorned the space, and a subtle air of opulence lingered in the air. Yet, on this particular night, the room seemed to embrace an unusual darkness, shrouded in the obsidian veil of the late hour. The only source of illumination came from the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance upon the room's new features.

Rohit was lying on his bed, and the room felt really quiet. He was just staring into nothing, feeling a weird sadness in his heart. It was like a lot of feelings were on him, but he couldn't explain why. The fancy villa he lived in didn't feel so peaceful tonight.

The quiet and calm villa seemed to go away, replaced by a kind of sadness that Rohit couldn't shake off. His heart felt heavy, and he didn't know why. It was like he was feeling alone, and his throat felt tight like he was holding back feelings.

As Rohit kept looking into the darkness, a tear rolled down his face. It was like that tear was trying to express what he couldn't put into words. Wiping away the tear, he said, "Haa... not again."

Rohit didn't understand if there was a special reason behind his sudden sadness or if it was just because he felt lonely.

The room seemed to feel the sadness too as Rohit tried to figure out why he felt so heavy inside. Even though he was surrounded by nice things, he was still caught up in his own feelings, trying to make sense of everything.

Maybe it was because he did something big, like the heist, but the memories of his old life were still there, making him feel sad. Or maybe it was just that even with all the nice things around, he couldn't make the feelings inside him go away. Whatever the reason, Rohit lay in the dark, thinking about his feelings in the silence of the night.

This wasn't the first time Rohit felt this way. It happened a lot after the pandemic, when everything was locked down, and he had to stay alone in a city called Pune, away from his family. The lockdown, meant to keep people safe, felt like a prison for Rohit. His normal routine was gone, he missed his family and friends, and it left a mark on his mind.

The solitude, which was once a way to escape, now felt like a companion that he didn't want. The usual sounds of daily life, talking to friends, and doing normal things were gone. In that quiet time, Rohit faced not only the danger of the virus but also his own fears and worries.

The days were long, and he spent a lot of time thinking about things he didn't usually think about. It was like he was getting to know himself better, but it also brought out his fears. Some days were just sad, like tonight in his room. On other days, he felt really helpless, especially when he thought about himself.

As the pandemic went away, and things slowly got back to normal, Rohit still carried the memories of those lonely months. The tear on his cheek was like a reminder of all the emotions he went through during that tough time.

In the following days, Rohit tried to go back to his usual routines, finding comfort in familiar things. But the fancy villa now felt a bit sad, reminding him of how different things were during the lockdown and how much he missed the lively world beyond his walls.

Now Rohit could go out and live his daily life again but the effects of the lockdown still lingered. Even though things seemed normal on the outside, there was a kind of emptiness inside him. This emptiness was the main reason for Rohit's changing personality.

Before the lockdown, Rohit had a routine, surrounded by friends, family, and the usual buzz of life. But the lockdown took all of that away. It was like a sudden stop to the rhythm of his life, leaving a gap that couldn't be easily filled.

The loneliness and the struggles of those months had left a mark on Rohit's mind. It wasn't just about the virus; it was about being away from loved ones, missing the usual interactions, and feeling isolated in a city that was once just a workplace, not a home.

As he tried to adjust back to a more normal life, Rohit found that the emptiness from the lockdown still affected him. It was like a void that couldn't be easily filled. The fancy villa, the new furniture, and the luxuries couldn't completely erase the feeling of something missing. Even though he could now move freely, the psychological impact of the lockdown had carved its place in his personality.

The emptiness wasn't just a physical absence; it had become a part of how Rohit saw the world. It influenced the way he dealt with his own thoughts and feelings. The sudden sadness, the heavy heart, and the psycho personality were all reactions to that void left behind by the lockdown.

Rohit, in his quest to find meaning in the fragments of solitude, had stumbled upon a different side of himself. The post-lockdown life was a mix of opulence and the haunting memories of loneliness.

The emptiness was a constant reminder that even in the most luxurious surroundings, the echoes of a challenging past could still resonate, shaping the person he was becoming.

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The next day, Rohit woke up, and the unusual sadness seemed to have lifted. He shook off the lingering feelings from the previous night and went about his day as usual.

With a newfound energy, Rohit engaged in the familiar routine of spending time with his family. The opulent surroundings of the villa now felt less daunting, and he appreciated the simple joys of family interactions. Laughter echoed through the halls as they shared stories and moments, momentarily pushing aside the shadows of the night before.

As the day unfolded, Rohit also delved into handling a few business matters. The transition from the introspective moments of the night to the practicalities of daily life seemed seamless. The intricacies of business dealings and decision-making occupied his mind, temporarily overshadowing the emotional currents that had gripped him just hours ago.

Despite the apparent return to normalcy, Rohit couldn't completely shake off the residue of the night before. The emotions, though subdued, lingered in the background, a subtle undercurrent to the otherwise ordinary day. It was as if the echoes of the psychological struggles persisted, reminding him that the complexities of his own mind were an ongoing exploration.

As the day drew to a close, Rohit found solace in the ordinary moments that constituted his life.

With a quiet resolve, Rohit embraced the ebb and flow of emotions, understanding that the journey to self-discovery was a continuous process. As he settled into the night, he carried with him the lessons of the day, ready to face whatever emotional nuances the future might unfold.

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The following days unfolded with a mix of routine and introspection for Rohit. While he outwardly embraced the usual activities, the echoes of his emotional journey persisted beneath the surface. The laughter shared with family and the discussions in business meetings became moments of respite, providing temporary relief from the constant exploration of his own thoughts.

Yet, the shadows of his introspective nights would occasionally resurface, casting a subtle veil over his interactions. It was as if the opulence that surrounded him was a facade, concealing the ongoing dialogue within his mind.

One evening, as Rohit sat in the small library he had created within the villa, surrounded by the comforting scent of well-loved books, he reflected on the recent shifts in his life.

Amid his contemplation, Rohit stumbled upon an old diary tucked away on one of the library shelves. The discovery of the old diary brought forth a flood of memories, and as Rohit turned the fragile pages, he found himself transported back to the days of the lockdown. The inked words on the yellowed sheets narrated his silent suffering, penned by his own hands during the challenging times.

The diary entries spoke of the challenges faced in a city far from home, the longing for the comforting presence of family, and the struggle to find meaning in the midst of chaos. The words painted a vivid picture of a soul navigating the uncharted territories of isolation, grappling with the unpredictable waves of emotions that surged during the lockdown.

Slowly, Rohit closed the diary and sat down. Heaving an exhausted sigh, Rohit talked to himself:

"It's already over; pretend it didn't happen. That's right, I am who I am and will continue to be. I am not a pathetic person who will dwell in the past at any life difficulties. If there is one thing my favorite anime has taught me, it is 'Tatakae(Fight), Tatakae(Fight)', 'The only way to move forward is to Fight.'"