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Soundlessness

There are sounds in our life. And then there are pauses.

Each sunset takes something away from you. Each time, you happily let go. When you are in front of a quiet sea or a dying Sun, there are few choices your mortal self has. It is like a magic trick. You lose yourself to the grandiose and realize you have been tricked. But they are all happy magics. A Sunset takes away your waste, the malignant tiredness from the urban being. On one such occasion I had run towards the Sun. Me and one of my closest friends. We were in the middle of a desert. With dunes all around and the Sun disappearing, we ran, ran towards the furthest dune and when we reached, the orange had started dissolving in the Golden sand. There it was. The sound of a desert, giving its all away to its master as a farewell for the day. The wind, the colours, the whispering sands and only us in the vicinity. We heard the best symphony perhaps. When we were coming back, there was very little to say to each other. We had heard what was beyond what we could describe. It took something away from us. Our noise.
Each lake has its own depth. A big lake surrounded by trees and mountains is essentially a gentle host. It has its own sadness that it keeps hidden, away, deep inside the heart. The calmness is like our mothers. They never tell you anything is wrong, could have been wrong or ever will be. When we took a boat to the middle of one of the greatest lakes in India, we wanted to pause. Just the sound of water in the middle of a lake, all around you, is to be heard to be believed. There is no one near you. Just you and the lake and around you there are wise mountains and assuring trees. Lakes converse with you from different level. Some from the very deep and some, accompanied with winds, are from the surface. The young and old talk to you. Lakes are like families. Moments of quietness made us realize the importance of silence in front of wise hosts. It's a symbiotic relationship that you establish, learn and and never unlearn.
There are such sounds in our life. And then there are pauses. Rest all are noises that we could have lived without.

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