The Sound Of Silence

Does silence speak? I think it does. When you actually listen to it, you hear all that you don’t when you’re mired in sound.

I live in Delhi…..a bustling city which is never silent apart from those few hours at night. And living amidst all this chaos, I don’t think about the sound of silence. My mind is so tuned to the mayhem around me that I completely shut it out.

That’s one reason why I love going to Jaipur. There I am totally cut off from the daily sounds of my life (including my phone which is on silent the whole time) and I listen…..in peace.....to all that it has to say.

Birds chirping from morning till evening and even at night, the ripple in the water, the leaves moving gently in the breeze……..the sound of silence.

Third Time Lucky

Last week I was in Jaipur for a short holiday and thought I’d spend some quality time in the hotel garden. As soon as I walked down, my eyes fell on the hammock which was temptingly swinging lightly in the breeze, tied between two Gulmohar trees in full bloom. So I ran to it, kicked off my shoes and immediately got on.

Alas…..the balance on it was out and humpty dumpty fell off not once but twice. Totally embarrassing since there were three gardeners watering the garden who witnessed the fall. This picture is a result of the third try…..thanks to one kind gardener who held the hammock while moi got on. Third time lucky :D