
How true was Barton when he said – “Sometimes when I consider what tremendous consequence comes from little things… I am tempted to think… There are no little things”. I love to walk alone in silent nights. The cool breeze, the humming of some far off bird, the rustle of the leaves that I stepped onto, the muffled sounds of TV sets. All these make me feel alive. They tell me how much there is to listen – both within me and outside me.
Solitude is my biggest treasure and my best teacher. And I live in the depths of my solitude
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