Sitting in the balcony on a lazy sunday evening, looking at the still rain and an occassional thunder, I can’t help but sit and dream, but that’s my forte.
It’s just as if the universe is sending me strong signals. Everything I come across or people I meet are pointing me towards one place. And it’s really far far away from home. But, where is home I ask again ? For the past how many ever years, I haven’t lived in a place for more than a couple of years to make it my home. But, now the only question on my mind is that – should I just give everything up, pack my bags and leave !! The urge is irresistible and I think am not as brave enough. Ofcourse, reality always pulls me back. I can only dream to make it happen one day.
And then I turn my eyes back into the city, the laid back beautiful city that I’ve fallen in love with. I think about my silent walks on the narrow streets to take in everything that I see – the subtle undertones, the eclectic style that is surrounded everywhere. Sitting in bars and cafe’s and watching people is now my favorite pastime. Wonder what it is about people watching – the way they dress, talk or behave is so intriguing. I find random things quite interesting, perhaps I need to overcome my inhibitions and start taking their pictures as well. I can pen stories about each day endlessly, this has been the best two weeks in a long time. As I write this I can hear “Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel playing in my head.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
beneath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light, That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Yes, please don’t disturb this silence that I have carefully built around me. Let it stay.
