The Weight of Solitude in a City That Never Notices

Hyderabad is a city of movement—buses packed with strangers, chai stalls buzzing with chatter, roads filled with honking impatience. It thrives, it expands, it consumes. And yet, in the midst of it all, some of us remain unseen. I've always felt like a background character in my own life. I exist, but I don't belong. Conversations slip through my fingers like sand; connections remain one-sided, like echoes calling into an empty void. They say attention is something you earn, but what if you spend years trying, only to realize that the world never turns its gaze toward you? I walk these streets, sit at cafes, go to the gym, live my routine—yet it feels like I'm watching my life unfold from a distance. The craving for acknowledgment, for warmth, for someone who genuinely looks forward to my presence—it eats away at me. Maybe loneliness isn’t just about being alone. Maybe it’s about being invisible in a world filled with people