It’s the Sound and the Silence.

It’s the sound—the sound of the crows, of the seabirds, and the horns and the motors. I love the sound of India. I love the feel of it—its warmth in winter (though I have not known its rains). Here, there is too much silence—far, far too much silence for comfort. It is not the blanketing, calming silence of the countryside. It the is the broken silence of the suburbs, halting and haunted by a presence unseen.