When the evening sun falls on the woods and the water...

Silence they say is golden. Silence they say is the phase when great things shape themselves. But for me apart from the silence I also love the great outside. Therefore I take out time to be with myself and to be one with nature where for me it is homecoming as thousands of years ago weren't such hinterlands our original abode?

I am dumbfound at the prevailing silence. It is spiritual, meditative.

But it is not altogether silent here. There indeed are sounds here of which I am oblivious of...the song of the birds, the rustle of the leaves, the soft splash of the water, the soft wind that plays though my hair...

The trees, the grass, the water, the chirruping of the birds and the sudden silence. Simply speaking, it is beautiful here. I am in ecstasy...

The hum that emerges from me is spontaneous I am at awe ...woa ! I can sing.