Silence

This is just something interesting that I read, wanted to pen it down...

In a world where frenetic movement is mistaken for progress, strident rhetoric for the inflexion of discourse, it is Jilling's silence that sets its apart. When Bunny and I spent three days there, I sat on the sunlit lawn ouside our cottage and listened to the silence.

The first thing that strikes you about silence is that it is not an absence of sound, for that would make it a sterile vaccuum. Listening to silence is like watching a glass being filled with water, drop by careful drop. When the glass is full, the water brims over the top without spilling, the convex curve of liquid held in place like a drawn bowstring. The silence I listened to at Jilling was like that resonant arc, a supple filament that strung together the ratcheting feathers of a partridge in flight, the sharp call of a barking deer, the leafy conversation of trees, the bubbles of air exploding in the bottle of soda on the table.

I realized that the silence was a gift as fragile as the finest porcelain, as evanescent as the shimmer of a butterfly's wings.

Missing Friends :(

Like they say "Distance makes the hearts grow fonder"
Oh, how i miss being around good friends 24 hrs a day, didnt really make such a difference then, at some point of time, i guess i took it for granted, but now i even cherish even 5 minutes of a good conversation with them for days on end.
Its really amazing how much difference one good friend can make in your life. I am at a stage in life, where its just work work and some more work, now the work here includes daily household chores as well. It just leaves you with very little time to socialize, and it makes me realize how difficult it is to get hold even one good friend, whom you can just talk to, ramble on about you silly worries, or just share a stupid joke with.
I remember the times, when we were a bunch of friends together, all in the same company, and though each of us were very different in our individual mindsets, our wavelength matched so well, it was so easy to understand each others eccentricities, each others problems or arguments. We could sit hours at a time, discussing about a brand of jeans, or a particular algorithm, or a new movie. No one needed to stop to think, what the others with think if i said something, the understanding was so mutual, so inbuilt, almost as if we were all tuned to each other.
And now, that i have relocated, i felt, sure i can have friends like that again, but its never quite the same. The new people, may be more intelligent, or may have a better sense of humour, but they can never give you that level of emotional security.
I was out in Diveagar with a bunch of friends, when i had realized, that with best friends, you can just sit staring at the beach, for hours on end, without speaking a word, and still go back feeling like it was the best conversation of your life!!!

The worst part about missing friends, is not just being away from them, but the worry.. that will those moments ever happen again??

Missing Friends :(

Like they say "Distance makes the hearts grow fonder"
Oh, how i miss being around good friends 24 hrs a day, didnt really make such a difference then, at some point of time, i guess i took it for granted, but now i even cherish even 5 minutes of a good conversation with them for days on end.
Its really amazing how much difference one good friend can make in your life. I am at a stage in life, where its just work work and some more work, now the work here includes daily household chores as well. It just leaves you with very little time to socialize, and it makes me realize how difficult it is to get hold even one good friend, whom you can just talk to, ramble on about you silly worries, or just share a stupid joke with.
I remember the times, when we were a bunch of friends together, all in the same company, and though each of us were very different in our individual mindsets, our wavelength matched so well, it was so easy to understand each others eccentricities, each others problems or arguments. We could sit hours at a time, discussing about a brand of jeans, or a particular algorithm, or a new movie. No one needed to stop to think, what the others with think if i said something, the understanding was so mutual, so inbuilt, almost as if we were all tuned to each other.
And now, that i have relocated, i felt, sure i can have friends like that again, but its never quite the same. The new people, may be more intelligent, or may have a better sense of humour, but they can never give you that level of emotional security.
I was out in Diveagar with a bunch of friends, when i had realized, that with best friends, you can just sit staring at the beach, for hours on end, without speaking a word, and still go back feeling like it was the best conversation of your life!!!

The worst part about missing friends, is not just being away from them, but the worry.. that will those moments ever happen again??