Sometimes when we are away from the hustle and bustle of life, we get a moment to hear our own heartbeat and breathing.
Up in the hills, as clouds descended upon the peaks (or so they say!) and drifted towards no man's land, I could hear my own breathing.
And nothing else.
Sound of silence, is it?!
Far away some bird was whistling and Sahil was impressed :)
Nothing was moving, nothing dared to make any sound.
I thought about many people, I thought about many places, I thought about many questions, I thought about many answers...
What is it about silence that invokes thoughts?
Up in the hills, as clouds descended upon the peaks (or so they say!) and drifted towards no man's land, I could hear my own breathing.
And nothing else.
Sound of silence, is it?!
Far away some bird was whistling and Sahil was impressed :)
Nothing was moving, nothing dared to make any sound.
I thought about many people, I thought about many places, I thought about many questions, I thought about many answers...
What is it about silence that invokes thoughts?
naice!!!
ReplyDelete"Don't think too much, you will anyways do pretty good."
- St. Sahil