In continuation with “Bigger Question”
Do you remember what I asked? I asked, “Can you be silent?”
Silence is hated because it is in abundance. If you believe you hardly get time to be silent or you hardly find anyone sitting silently, you are looking at things in a much smaller perspective.
Noise, sound doesn’t break the silence. It is the silence that breaks the noise. Silence is brave enough to exist among the interval between the two noises. It is everywhere. Without silence, there could be no rhythm in music. Without silence, no work of art can ever be accomplished. Without silence, no journey can be made. Silence is outside, silence is inside. Continue reading
It was raining for the last two days, and from the last two days, two boys were trying to get some money at their hands to eat a good meal.
“Sun must be shining behind the clouds but look at the road here”, Mark kicked the water with his right foot and continued, “looks good enough to sail off a new ship into Thames!”
“Wouldn’t it be awful for a ship to pass through Oxford street? I mean where will all these people go?” Steve had a mix of confusion and irritation in his tone.
“You know you are such a bad company for a person like me”, Mark shook his head in disgust.
“You know I was exactly thinking the same!”, Steve punched him on his shoulder and laughed. Continue reading