It was an early winter morning. I walked the way, headphones hanging across my neck; not plugged in as yet. It was all astonishingly silent about me. It was habitual for me to plug them in as soon as I started with my morning walk. But today, I didn’t feel the impulse to do so. I kept pacing ahead, my breath getting faster with each passing moment as they way to the hill became steeper.
The minutes ticked by, the atmosphere grew foggier and the silence- deeper and vocal in its own way. It gave way to far more beautiful and unheard sounds- the wonderful cooing of the birds, the differing footsteps of the passer-bys, the sound of the motorcycle; which, I observed had a distinct pattern to it and of course the language of silence that was musical in its own special way.
I finished my climb and reached the top to witness the sunrise. I looked at it fixedly, not wanting to miss a single moment of that magical phenomenon. The temple bell rung- heralding a new day- a new chapter in a never ending story, a new entity in the series of ever forming ones.
I smiled as I descended the hill- the headphones still hung around my neck- rejected for the first time since they had come into use. But little did they know that there were incentives far more wonderful and enlightening than them which gave me a tranquil harmony that was hard to compose.
The minutes ticked by, the atmosphere grew foggier and the silence- deeper and vocal in its own way. It gave way to far more beautiful and unheard sounds- the wonderful cooing of the birds, the differing footsteps of the passer-bys, the sound of the motorcycle; which, I observed had a distinct pattern to it and of course the language of silence that was musical in its own special way.
I finished my climb and reached the top to witness the sunrise. I looked at it fixedly, not wanting to miss a single moment of that magical phenomenon. The temple bell rung- heralding a new day- a new chapter in a never ending story, a new entity in the series of ever forming ones.
I smiled as I descended the hill- the headphones still hung around my neck- rejected for the first time since they had come into use. But little did they know that there were incentives far more wonderful and enlightening than them which gave me a tranquil harmony that was hard to compose.
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