An epiphany of familiarity hits you in a very strange way when you see the shades of individualism and freedom in different contexts. I sometimes like to write amidst chaos, amidst conversations bustling with joy and a sense of disappointment, conversations that you do not enjoy but yet receive like an uninvited guest. You do not intentionally listen to people’s stories or hear their conversations in a public place, such as a coffee shop, but if you are seated close together, some things are unavoidable. It is not your job to invade someone’s privacy, but when you are alone and observe people, their hand gestures, head nods, and fake smiles enveloped in the gloom of jealousy and sheer joy they embrace when they meet their loved ones, your eyes and ears shine a light on perhaps the “perception of reality” rather than reality itself.Maybe some observations are deceptive. They say, “What you see in the world is a reflection of yours.” Undoubtedly, that is true. But what if reflections are deceptive? Just like a floating cloud, which seems like an agent of monsoon showers but in reality is suffering from “compromised individualism” due to the abduction of water vapour in the territory of evaporation. I believe that some things in nature work according to set patterns where consent and inevitability don’t go hand in hand. There are no ifs or buts about it. We humans have the ability to separate the chaff from the grain when it comes to applying logic over absurdity. There are no hard and fast rules for maintaining human relationships; all that matters is a sense of personal boundaries and respect. At different stages of our lives, our individualism varies, like a river crossing different states yet erasing its own individualism at the doorstep of an oceanic deathbed. For nature, individualism is an abstract term. It can be perceived as a deceptive reality by humans, where it enjoys freedom and takes a last breath in the territory of prudence.