-Annapoorna
Around midnight, I am getting ready to go to bed. My bed is slided next to the window and sitting at different corner of the bed captures different elements from outside. From one corner of the bed all I see is the sky and the roof top of my neighbors house. And If I move a little close towards the window, the eye level view has a backyard, non-paved road with wood railing on the side, few trees and a warehouse across the main road. Also, there is a brooke the sound of which is often eaten by the sound of day and movement. So only in utter silence, I have heard it once or twice.
Although midnight, but it is never pitch dark outside, a distant golden light from the warehouse always seems to light it up. Today it had been snowing all day and had just stopped. I pull the blanket to cover my feet and slide the window open a little bit. It looks still outside. I don’t see anything moving at all. I feel coolness in my face and hand. I am not sure how long I continued gazing at it. It gives me a certain pleasure/ feeling (difficult to skeleton out in words) how I am just an extension of that stillness. How this space is always there despite the hustle bustle of the day, how many vehicles and feet have walked on it and the shadows that have been cast on this space. I am reminded of my own inner world. The turmoil that occurs there, changes and fluctuations of thoughts and feeling that make me question my existence and reality—Who am I? What am I?
Soon, I noticed a figure emerge at one corner and slowly disappear towards the other end. But the silence persisted.
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