sounds of silence

Sounds of silence

                I have discovered a land of silence after hopping from a noisy surrounding. Sometimes this silence is frightening like the lonely alley in the middle of a scary night. But there are times this silence is  bliss. No more jarring parleys, dinning loud speakers, discordant disputes, honking lorries, temple anthems and whirring motor cycles. I am tempted to think that even birds soften their chirp when they occasionally whiz behind the house. The mid-day at home sounds like mid night. I play music to ward off the illusion. Even big malls are frighteningly silent outside, especially in this winter. Inside is not just the opposite either. Moderation rules everywhere but not in coffee cups and coke cans. Sugar is not so sweet, neither salt salty, fruit fruity, and meat meaty. Churches ought to be silent, I know. Refusing to talk aloud, these people make you an intense listener. Accent and slang is another inhibition. Well, I wonder how babies here learned to weep rather than bawl. Cars and trucks take minimum effort to engage themselves in top gear. Horns in them are for additional accessory, seldom depressed. And , in case depressed, others are depressed too!