Silence has too many crowded connotations. At least for me. But for a change and for the first time, I am in love with this crowd. Always. There is always a first time for things in life. No matter how, when and where you fall in love (and not to forget with who), this crowd follows you like a shadow. It tells you things anew, afresh, and yes, that first time happens to you again. Like it tells you to smell the earth on the season's first rain. It happens every year, yet you feel the freshness the way you did for the first time. And that first time keeps coming back to you every year, with the same newness in it. It tells you how you smile when the breeze tickles your mind with that soft whisper. Or the way you blush when some insanely attractive stares glare you with a helplessly unavoidable smile peeping out of some corner from their unknown lips. Or the way you close your eyes when you sit under a clear starclad sky and be spellbound with its awesome blueness. Like the way you go speechless when you see the first rays of the sun kissing the earth on a silent morning. Or the way you feel happy within and around when your headphone plays the most soothing melodies like I am doing right now. As I said, there is always a first time for things that happen every day, every night, every season. That newness is always fresh. That feeling is always a good reason worth happening to you and making you feel like the first time. Cheers to all the first times...!
Clip 1: The Ocean The ocean is calm and quiet. The shades of blue are clearly visible even from afar. The occasional noises are of the speed boats whooshing every now and then along with the sea planes. Finally, I got to be on the swing I have been eyeing since Day 1 of my Maldives trip. A fisherman hunk is busy getting the blue fish that intrigued my curiosity and amazement to the core. He showed me his catch, got 5 big ones so far. The huge cargo ships are the only ones stagnant. And the hunk's impressive hat swung from one corner to the other along with the breeze. Clip 2: The Night I am sitting by the Rasfannu beach again. But it's 9.45 at night. The whole of Male city is a sprawling party site at night. The roads at night are more crowded with much more traffic than during daytime. The speed boats are moving normally even at this odd hour. The barbecue spots by the beach are now occupied with grilled fish. I can smell all of it in the air. The night comes alive with ...
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