While on a holiday to God's own country, Kerala with my mom and daughter, I heard silence after a long long time. It was early evening, my baby had just woken up from a nap, mom had gone for a river cruise, I took my baby and sat on the wrought iron bench right by the backwaters.That evening the silence had so many shades, it was the fresh cool grass under my feet, it was my baby's innocent playful smile, it was the molten grey water and the lap lap of its gentle waves, the crimson stemmed palm trees, the rustling of wind in the coconut fonds, the magnificient sunset.
It was beautiul music - the composition of silence.
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