The room where I was sitting now is so quiet that the sounds of the ticking cloak can be heard. I don’t want to break this atmosphere of silence but I am pretty sure that once my brother will be here, it will shatter for sure. For he is small and didn’t knew the peace within staying clam. And that’s why he is making noises all the time.

If you ask didn’t the noises bother me or not, so far, I think I am adapt to it now.
Till today I have grown with noises , and sometimes in silence. Right now I can point the differences between two of these. While one in need of us, and the other in isn’t need us - humans.


I consider my place, my home, and the hometown a lot quieter place than the others.
I think I am lucky to have a place but some of the others consider it a boredom. What ever, I love the place I am living.


Thinking of a place like this a boredom is ok, but what makes me un comfortable is that when I think about the children in the slums though, willing to stay away from the lot traffic noise, the slum was their only place, a home to be. If try to run away, where would they go?

If this moment of silence will last for a minute, but time was ticking by making the right moments into past always. It’s time for mom and dad to return from their works, and brother too. And you know if he shows up what will happen to this right now moment of peace within silence…………………….