I love silence.
I crave for it like a thirsty man craves for water.
To quench this thirst of mine, and take a break from mundane – around a week back I ended up high in the hills, so high that you can only use your feet and some tools to get there.
So there I was. With me and my silence and without that thing that makes the world go gaga …. our dear internet.
Now that I am back, I started reflecting about my experience … with the silence.
As I look back – I do not think there is any place in the world with true silence.
The experience that we call silence has its own sound. The sound of crickets, the sound of rain, the sound of sometimes scary thunderstorms, the sound of water stream with mud running down the hill – that sounds like it’s raining heavily – hours after it stopped raining.
I am not saying it is a bad experience – not at all. If you are the kind who will not miss getting in front of the the idiot box, and if you are cool getting your clothes soaked in rain – even after having a big umbrella open above your head; if you are fine with having your boots and socks drenched with cold water. Then go for it. No ride in a water park in a big city can match this experience. It opens up a new zone inside you.
But, the true silence can only be found inside our own self. If we get a chance to meet that silence, it has the power to uplift us and to ignite our inner light.
So now back on the plain turf, I will try to find that silence without sound.
What’s your story about silence, do you love it or hate it?