Rains do well for us. Most part of this time of the year anyway. This time of the year kind of reminds you of the silence amongst the noise of the street. Don't get me? 'Silence.'
Ok. Have you ever sat alone without the company of your headphones and not given a real rat's ass about that beeping mobile device in your jeans? Ever been secure without the company of a book when you're travelling and been divorced of those menial drugs of life that keep you glued and pretty far away from yourself and who you really are?
It's like the world around you is buzzing, faster and faster by the moment, and you're silence is slowing it down - not for them, but for you. Your thoughts are nothing but observations, the picture that is being painted with every breath you take and every glance you make. The world is telling a story - and you are listening. Watching. And living.
That man outside the coffee shop, sitting over his computer, working away for something that makes a huge portion of his life. His eyes are narrowed, gleaming with dedication and his thoughts are disturbed by the waitress who served him his coffee. Did you notice that flicker of annoyance? He looks at her accusingly, but he has no time to bother with her, so he ignores his coffee and types away rapidly on his laptop computer.
Look over to that woman so smartly dressed at her desk in her cabin behind the glass door. She's on the phone and you wish you heard what she was so rapidly talking about. Her hand on her hip, and her lips chattering away about something important. Important because she has a straight face with just a hint of angst. Her lips painted red look beautiful though, and you're not too sure she appreciates how pretty she looks even when she is flustered.
The shopkeeper behind the stall on your busy Mumbai suburb is chewing tobacco and reaching out a friendly arm to his customer. That beggar just bent down to give a very chubby dog some biscuits. A young woman tightened her scarf because it kept slipping off her head. A little boy just punched his friend in the shoulder saying something that you couldn't hear, but they seemed to find it really funny. There is a queue outside the bank and it's too hot for people to look pleasant. A cat just brushed past your leg. Somebody waved an arm at another person. A bus just stopped ahead of you.
And your phone just rang.
You reach in your pocket, answer it and say 'hello?.' And that's the end of the story.
The sound is back in your life, it's noisy as hell. Busier than a million working bees buzzing in your ear singing different tunes, some even screaming. The bus is honking and all you want to do is shut the noise out and get the hell home.
This time of the year is like october re-make before the rain clouds actually grace us....
My point? Nothing. Just live a little and let the world do some talking. That's all.
