Oh Silence, Where Art Thee?
Coffee at Dawn - Patnem, Goa '22 Mornings ought to be silent. The day needs to start slow. The tempo needs to pick up, slowly, eventually. Just not right then. The crescendo of the day can come later, I don't care. But not in the mornings. Nature moves unhurriedly in the mornings, then why don't we? Have you observed how dawn breaks? The darkness fades, slowly as a grey breaks into the sky. More light. A streak of sunlight. Brightness. Birds chirp, dew vanishes, the day begins. Mornings are for contemplation, for reflection, for the quiet moments of silence punctuated only by bird song and sea waves. There is no need for music at that hour. Not even jazz. Only the sounds of nature waking up and embracing the day are welcome. No voices. No chatter. No discussions. No arguments. No sweet nothings. No honking. No TV. Nothing. Though one knows that Silence is not always welcome. Other times you need to hear the humming, the chatter, the retorts, the clanking of the vessels...