Life is great... the sun is hiding behind the clouds and the green of the plants is shining through as if they are lit from within. And may be they are. All the trees are full of young leaves that look golden green. This somehow lights up the tree. And if that tree happens to be an Amaltaas- WOW!!! Delhi is full of these wonderful trees with few leaves and loads of dangling flowers that take over the mind scape and the landscape.
The scene is surreal. The birds are also flying low- covering all the trees that the eye can see, sitting on the electricity poles when they can. So many birds! And then you are brought back to the reality of the moment by that insolent driver behind you who blows his horn so hard that you get assaulted out of your reverie despite windows that are rolled up. Why? The light is still red. There are a couple of cars and a bus in front of me. If they do not move, can I? Will blowing the horn get the first car to move BEFORE the light signal permits it to?
Why is there so much noise in our world? Why are the people so taken over by the need to be loud and to be heard? And is there a way we can find our internal compass and silence in the noise? Is there a place where we can find that light that seems to be coming from within the trees start to come from within us?
Where can we see our light?
Where will we hear our silence?
When?
How?
NOW?
The scene is surreal. The birds are also flying low- covering all the trees that the eye can see, sitting on the electricity poles when they can. So many birds! And then you are brought back to the reality of the moment by that insolent driver behind you who blows his horn so hard that you get assaulted out of your reverie despite windows that are rolled up. Why? The light is still red. There are a couple of cars and a bus in front of me. If they do not move, can I? Will blowing the horn get the first car to move BEFORE the light signal permits it to?
Why is there so much noise in our world? Why are the people so taken over by the need to be loud and to be heard? And is there a way we can find our internal compass and silence in the noise? Is there a place where we can find that light that seems to be coming from within the trees start to come from within us?
Where can we see our light?
Where will we hear our silence?
When?
How?
NOW?
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