Life often offers you moments of tranquility. Moments where you sit down silently and reflect on your past and present. Moments when you enjoy your solitude. I find these moments precious, because they open before me avenues of new thinking, imagination and creativity. As I wander away to new found worlds, I forget the pangs of reality and delve into the deepest abyss of a world where I am the sole creator. Like a spider constructs it's web, I make up my imaginary neverland, step by step, sequence by sequence.
I would like to share a couple of such experiences with you; with the hope that somewhere, somehow, you would also relate to these vignettes of my life. What's remarkable is that these moments also drain me out of emotions, I don't feel pain or joy, or love, or anger. I just fly away, I just float away.
Once I was all alone in our erstwhile home, a three storeyed building dating back to 1927. It was a couple of hours. I could have explored the house, and found new treasures in nooks and corners. I was, mmm 13-14 years old. The age of new experiences. But I just sat down there in our first floor balcony. I looked at the sky, at the horizon, as far as I could. It was late afternoon. A celestial light covered my earth. The blue sky seemed to be a canvas, where an artist has added the purest of whites as the clouds, the most royal golden as the beams of the soon to set sun. Through the gap between two high rises at the distance, I got a vision of the horizon. There was a field somewhere in the distance. A place where I have never been to. What treasure does it hold, I thought to myself. The lush green meadows kissed the azure blue sky at the horizon. And I fell in love with the combination of the heavenly blue and green. No, I can never forget that afternoon.
Another incident happened recently, a year ago. I was working out of our new office, which is some 15-20 kilometres away from the city. It's in a deserted locality, with no other buildings in the vicinity. The office building just stands out of the blue in that deserted area. The only things that can be seen near are some tall telegraph posts and trees, which stand in silence as witnesses of time. One day, it was noon, around 2-3 PM. I came down from the office building and stood in the front road. There was absolute silence. There were no traffic sounds, no human voices, neither any animals or birds anywhere. The only sound was that of breezes passing, and the rustling of leaves of the tree. I was all alone amidst this calm, a single entity among an universal stillness. And then, I understood the power of silence, the impact of it on us, humans. I possibly cannot decipher the feeling that occured to me. Here I was, born and brought up in the hustle-bustle of the city, who grew up with noise and music of urban life, experiencing a once-in-a-lifetime silence. Yes, I do cherish this experience.
Has the power of silence touched a chord with you as well? Do you cherish moments of solitude as well? Will love to hear your experience.
Spread love, enjoy life. God bless you all!
