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The Waiting Room

  • Writer: Rohit Sastry
    Rohit Sastry
  • Jun 23
  • 2 min read

There’s a silence that screams louder than anything you’ll ever hear.

It shows up when the world pauses, when answers don't come, when movement feels impossible. When you’re stuck in a space between what was and what will be.

This is what I call the waiting room.

You're not falling apart. But you're not moving forward either. You're just... suspended. And that stillness? It can unravel you if you let it.

But maybe it can also shape you.


Red light wait
Red light wait

Waiting for the clouds
Waiting for the clouds

Time doesn’t tick normally here. Every hour stretches like it's testing your patience. You wake up not to clarity, but to confusion. You’re constantly refreshing hope, rethinking choices, replaying conversations.

It’s easy to think strength is proven in motion. But waiting? Waiting without breaking, without forcing, without shutting down?

That’s a different kind of power.

Sitting quietly
Sitting quietly
Staying still
Staying still
Staying still II
Staying still II

Sometimes, the best stories come unplanned, and "The Waiting Room" is a testament to that. None of the photographs in this collection were taken with this theme in mind—they’re pieces from random places, unconnected moments, and fleeting instants. Yet, when I revisited them, they all seemed to resonate with the same quiet anticipation, as if they’d been waiting for their moment to belong.


The waiting room
The waiting room

I wanted clarity. I wanted movement. I wanted to understand what was next. But I didn’t rush.

Not because I liked the waiting. But because I needed to respect the process.

Sometimes the mind needs space. Sometimes the heart needs quiet. Sometimes the next step comes only when we finally stop running.


Waiting for your turn
Waiting for your turn
The waiting loop
The waiting loop
Waiting area
Waiting area

If you’re in this space too, you're not alone. You’re not weak for feeling lost. You’re not foolish for pausing.

Waiting comes in all shapes waiting for clarity, for direction, for a sign, for strength to move forward, to sail, to fly. And in that stillness, even the simplest things can become mirrors.


Waiting to go somewhere
Waiting to go somewhere

Recently, I was at the passport renewal office.Two hours. No movement. No update. Just waiting in a room with nothing but people pacing and phones dying. I had no choice but to sit still. And when my turn finally came, it was done in under five minutes.

It made me realize not all waiting is punishment. Sometimes, it's just timing playing its part. Things are moving even when you can't see them.


Waiting for a Miracle
Waiting for a Miracle
Relax
Relax

It made me realize not all waiting is punishment. Sometimes, it's just timing playing its part. Things are moving even when you can't see them.

So if you're there right now in your own version of that silent queue…breathe. Let the moment be what it is. Don't try to fix it. Just hold space.

Pick up a pen. A camera. A brush. Sit with it. Breathe through it.

Because one day, the waiting will end. And when it does, let it find you clearer, softer, and still standing.

Not because you forced the next chapter. But because you let this one settle.


Let's wait here
Let's wait here

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.” – Tony Soprano

Sometimes, life doesn't move the way you want it to. But that doesn’t mean it’s not still working in your favor. Stay patient. Stay Mob.


 
 
 

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