Silence
There are various types of silences. Some are more welcome than the others. A silence that follows a din, for instance, provides respite. It offers time and space to reflect upon the events that caused the cacophony. Some silences are deathly, often they are feared. And rightly so. What kind of silence do I prefer? I prefer all kinds of silence nowadays. It has been a long time since I heard anything else. Nature sounds are part of my environment - white noise as they call it. Human voices, however, are rare in this part of town. I was not used to it before but right now I don’t mind the silence. This one is what they call the comfortable silence. Shared between friends and lovers. I was a prisoner of this silence. The awkward silence. The kind that is shared after arguments. But now I don’t mind it so much. How did I grow fond of my own captor? They call it the Stockholm syndrome it seems. Sometimes I sit and ponder over the mysteries of life. I don’t need a cave to meditate in. I