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...!
Everyone or most people have a bigger vision of the world in their mind. Right from childhood. Particularly children. As a kid, I too used to have a bigger vision of each and every thing I came across. Like the bamboo forest next to my grandparents' in our ancestral village. The forest was next to the river which passed by our house. Ours was the last house of the village and by the river. The forest seemed like a never-ending green, dark and damp wonderland with imaginary ghosts, fairies and witches as in the stories as I would hear from my grandmother. There was a weird sound of crackling bamboo whenever a breeze passed by. Or like the water-body in the backyard of our ancestral house where I used to row the boat - my boat - taking in all my young cousins. That moment I used to feel on top of the world sailing a boat, taking care of lives I am responsible for saving. The water-body felt like a sea. I could see water everywhere till my eyes could figure out around me. As I gr...
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