It was a usual sunny afternoon. I was on way to office in a BMTC bus.
A journey as boring as it can be till two girls got into the bus from Ulsoor. The girls, communicating through gestures, soon caught my attention. I thought it may be it was because they were sitting on two separate rows (one was sitting next to me and the other was on a seat on the other row). It took a few minutes for me to realize that they couldn't speak. Well, they couldn't make a sound. Yet, with amazing ease, they were communicating, enjoying their world, passing comments and laughing their heart out!
The traffic outside was a mess and the bus was crawling. I was already in the bus for 20 minutes and yet to finish a four-kilometre journey. The girls made my time worth spending in the traffic. My eyes, fed up of the congestion outside, sparkled with their happiness. The messy traffic was in fact, painful to the ears. I wished I could plug my ears to help it from the piercing horns, screeching wheels, outburst of the restless passengers and what not.
A moment, the thought of a noiseless world made me float in the bus, through the crowd, a journey of which every bit i would have enjoyed. All movements of life, the market, people finding way through the vendors on footpath, street children enjoying a cricket match at a roadside television showroom, a majestic .... all without any noise.
I realized the beauty of silence...