I am writing this so that those days are never forgotten, erased, or silenced from public memory and the sun never sets on it lest it be lost in the darkness.
This was a rather thought-provoking read Srishty. It is tough for us all to face these noises that also forms part of the tapestry of the Indian experience and I’ve missed it in fact. Living where I do, I hear the train rattling gently somewhere in the distance and birdsongs, but that’s about it. I don’t miss the noise of the traffic for sure, but I do miss the sound of the human voice. Beautifully and sensitively-written. Keep writing!
Hmm. Could relate to so much. Noise and silence.
This was a rather thought-provoking read Srishty. It is tough for us all to face these noises that also forms part of the tapestry of the Indian experience and I’ve missed it in fact. Living where I do, I hear the train rattling gently somewhere in the distance and birdsongs, but that’s about it. I don’t miss the noise of the traffic for sure, but I do miss the sound of the human voice. Beautifully and sensitively-written. Keep writing!
Very very profound. Wonderful piece.