Silence. Rare moments nowadays. Past midnight and you still hear a bike that passes by...the cricket that never sleeps....the city that refuses to rest .... perhaps it is good that there should be a levy on late night drivers on road....we will have good rest.
The library where one is not allowed to talk ... the tiny chapel that no one goes .... the far flung graveyard that allows you to think ..... breathing slow to quieten oneself - counting not the minutes and letting the day go by.... In our era that speaks so much of activities and events, we have lost the art of just doing nothing. Perhaps it is good for our soul to be found in these places.
Nothing can be beautiful .....
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