Or anyone else, for that matter.
Always thankful for people in my life who understand my needed silence.
Tag Archives: Silence
In Moments of Silence
In moments of silence,
What is it that makes us, Us.
When stripped of the things we thought we have control of:
The words, the choices, the senses, the memories.
What is left?
In moments of silence,
I have yet to arrive at an answer.
Maybe the silence is it.
Maybe it’s all I need, and all I want to be.
“It took me a while to realize that all the words in the world couldn’t keep my thoughts quiet, so I had to learn how to hush them and change them and make them feel comfortable. Silence is actually very wonderful if you let it be. In silence, you can close your eyes and listen to the hum and flow and beat of life, undisturbed by yourself.”
– Frankie Magazine, Issue 64
Of Ill-Fated Galleries And Booming Basses
“Human beings have a natural inclination to silence. It is a deep longing.” – From the book I was reading.
I’ve come to appreciate silence as one of the most precious things in this world.
Silence not only from external forces, distractions and temptations, assaulting us from every angle,
but also silence from within, the quelling of our inner desires and restless thoughts.
Sometimes I look up, and catch sight of a beautiful of silhouette of a tree against the vast sky,
Or perhaps a beautiful sunset, absorbing all the negativity in this world as the sun sinks into the horizon,
Or something as simple as wispy clouds floating unhurriedly by…
and I think, if Silence took on a form, this is what it might look like.
And this precious silence would make a great gift, any day 🙂
Another escape from the city. Another corner to think, write, and watch.
Another place to breathe … and experiment with funny iPhone apps 😉
Beauty in the Forgotten
Sometimes, by a stroke of luck, you come across places so quiet, so seemingly forgotten, that you sigh in pity for the souls on this boisterous and overly-vibrant island who might never come to realise and appreciate such beauty.
But at the same time, you know that it is the very layer of silence and sense of abandonment which gives these places their essence of quaintness and charm. Too many footprints, and the grass will not grow anymore, the birds will leave their nests, and even the sunlight which bounces off our skin might have a different weight.
We are fickle after all.
The Reply of Silence
The March of Time
Quiet Times – 1/20
Friends, if you’re wondering how am I able to update this blog from a remote Indian village (which, by the way, HAS internet access, except that there are only about 10 computers to be shared among thousands), I have scheduled posts 🙂
Over the next 20 days, posts which I have written over the past few weeks will appear on a daily basis (because I have scheduled them so).
Like the cat who sits on her owner’s blankets when her owner is away, you could come and sit on my blog if you miss me too much >.<
Because I have gone away to seek physical and mental silence, I thought the theme “Quiet Times” might be suitable for the next 20 days.
Pictures from Quaver the Golden Half camera.
Taken between October and November 2012, when I tried to seek silence on this urban island, and capture moments of it.
Somewhere I’d always rather be.