Shor na karo yaaro, aank hai lagi, soo janay do, chup janay do

It gets insanely loud sometimes. Even though I press on these little curtains (don’t know the medical term) that cover the cavities of my ears, I can still hear the noise. My ears are picking up on every little detail, delivery, that arrives marinated in shrilling pitches.

It seems that I can hear all: the television, the banging of the keys, the fights of the kids, mom bustling through kitchen, dad dialing the phone keys, the hum of the train tracks, my feet ruffling the floor. Like a distraught satellite, my auditory is picking up on all the distinctness and focusing on detail. Very, very busy!

Maybe, for a change my thoughts have quieted down and the remaining of the world sounds noisier?

One afternoon crumbled up under cotton bed-sheets would be nice. Silence will be the factor! I will tilt the blinds at this oblique angle (angle which only allows light specs to escape to that sole unused corner of the room,) turn up the air-conditioning, lock the doors, and knock the f*** out!

I have been bereft of silence for many weeks now, and as much as I despised it once, I regret it now.