Movement is celebration. It sure is. But, only if it is voluntary and is done just for the sake of it. Otherwise, when movement happens compulsorily, because one is addicted to it, because one cannot be still and for various other reasons, the movement is like the movement of the mosquito. It is mechanical, has no joy in it and is dead.
Most people around me and in general in India seem to have forgotten this. The art of silence seems to have been killed and buried deep beneath the Indian ocean. There is constant buzzing around and biting each other everywhere! Silence seems to be the most precious commodity out here!
Most people around me and in general in India seem to have forgotten this. The art of silence seems to have been killed and buried deep beneath the Indian ocean. There is constant buzzing around and biting each other everywhere! Silence seems to be the most precious commodity out here!
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