i have always wondered what is the sound of silence.... for never have i ever heard it. no matter how quiet it is i always manage hear something...
then it struck me, its not the hearing that takes u there, its the feeling.... some sounds by their presence make me aware of the silence.... of the peace and the quiet.... like right now.... admist the gentle waking of the dawn, the chirping, the tweeting, all in the distance, muted. the rustling of wind blown leaves, the final thwacks of the night watchman's bamboo stick, and in the distance a cowherd and the jingling of cowbells....
among them i feel the sound of silence.... i laze some more, greedily dragging out the moments....
then it struck me, its not the hearing that takes u there, its the feeling.... some sounds by their presence make me aware of the silence.... of the peace and the quiet.... like right now.... admist the gentle waking of the dawn, the chirping, the tweeting, all in the distance, muted. the rustling of wind blown leaves, the final thwacks of the night watchman's bamboo stick, and in the distance a cowherd and the jingling of cowbells....
among them i feel the sound of silence.... i laze some more, greedily dragging out the moments....
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