Nirvana.

A feeling of detachment, the one which does not leave you hollow but with a queer sense of satisfaction. A feeling of being alone yet not that of lonliness. Obligations to none, submissions to no one and compromises for nobody. A sense of moving ahead, away from the faces that start looking all the same from a distance where the depth of each disappearing figure becomes unfathomable. Acknowledgement of the fact that others exist but the comfortable acceptance that their existence is inconsequential, for each person passing by is just a mere facade of the time and the place of his being. Letting people enjoy the liberty of making you a part of their lives yet not letting yourself be tied down to any such attachments. No achievement of greatness, no show of triumph. A peace underlying in your soul, your aim and purpose clear in your mind. Looking forward not to people or places but to events and happenings, thoughts and ideas. Freedom from cluthches of the past and worries of the future because the results of your actions become irrelevant. Present, just the present, the understanding of being alive just and exclusively for the moment at hand and doing complete justice to that very moment in present. Fear of no one and nothing, the sense of personal morality unaffected by the sense of collective morality. Judgements made with nothing in mind but the sense of an individualistic existence, with complete and pure honesty towards oneself. A life of solidarity yet of importance. A life nothing less than nirvana.