Monday, 10 December 2012
I am writing this note sitting beside a lake in Bhandardara, a sleepy Hamlet set in the midst of Sahyadri mountains in Maharashtra. It's so quiet in here that I can hear the sound of silence, the sound of wind passing through the branches, the sound of birds, the sound of oar (chappu) cutting through the water; I can hear all that. The continuous traffic snarls and construction sounds have not made my ears insensitive yet. I can listen to the sound of life.
I am sitting here away from the busy city, away from Bombay, away from the world of chaos, the world of FB and Twitter to make sure that somebody else's thoughts do not fog my mind.
I am sitting here listening to myself, listening to the sound of crickets, listening to the silence of the night.
I am sitting here looking at the single light bulb glowing in the distance, throwing its reflection on the shimmering lake.
I am sitting here in a boat in the middle of the lake, looking at the Sun rising behind a hill.
I am sitting here looking at the village slowly waking up and rising while I do nothing
I am sitting here in a tiny village thinking, why can't we take some time out from our daily life and do nothing. No site seeing, no games, no TV and no books; just nothing.
I am sitting here, thinking, scribbling on my notepad and doing nothing.