I lie to myself when i say i love the silence..
It is actually the infinite, delicate cacophonies that do not seem unpleasant,
that we can in tune to .. when we are silent... the funneling wind through the trees , the creaking barks..
the crickets and more..
I feel blessed the human ears are sensitive to intercept them..
To blast them with Metallica is such a ..waste!
"The trail seem to be the thing and not its end ..travel to fast and you'll miss all that your travelling for."
"Let us take the time to notice the small wonders.. T hoes who do not draw attention to them selves."
Have you wandered through a thick forest where the sun tries.. but fails miserably to bore holes in the fog?.. To foresee a few feet of future..pure bliss.
"It is some what like a paradox.. we human beings are..
unlike nature where things can be either happy and alive
or dead and sad..
We can be seem to be whole.. yet can be broken inside
at the same time!" - C Joybell. C
Ironically..the the Autumn scenes Seem so beautiful,
despite the fact that every thing is dying..
defying law of perishing..
Beauty in-spite of Death.
My thoughts are scattered like the Stars
the one's that cannot be drawn into constellations.
may seem to some...
as rumblings of a solivagant .
All snaps are from the trails I took in the north, northeast parts of India.
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