I strive for an hour of silence every day. It has become an essential need like air and water for me for a mindful and conscious existence amidst a world full of noise. The constant noise from the surroundings and electronic gadgets perturbs my concentration and my time for reflection. As a result, I often spend days without writing a single sentence and this inability to write hinders my inner peace. When it happens I simply pack my bag and get lost somewhere in search of silence.
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While I was going through different works of so many Nobel peace prize winners inside the Nobel Peace Center in Oslo, Norway, I was astonished. In 1958, H.F.Harlow, an American psychologist showed in his experiment that a monkey preferred the warm touch of a covered wire-frame more than nutrition. A comforting surrogate cloth mother and a nurturing surrogate wire mother were created by placing a light bulb behind the cloth mother and attaching a bottle with milk to the wire mother.
I believe dance is a hidden language of the soul. When word fails, music, song and dance fulfills the silence. In this era where our brain consumes loads of information on various subjects, we rely on our primitive art forms to relax our mind.
It was a quiet holiday morning in a small town surrounded by lush green mountains on one side and a beautiful lake on the other. I was taking a stroll through the bending roads. The calmness of the road was occasionally broken by the sound of chirping birds. It was not chilling cold, but I had to put on a light jacket. The cloud covered sky was waiting for the raindrops. The brightly colored triangular shaped houses were enhancing the charm.
Around 11 am, my jet-lagged eyes saw the October morning brimming with autumnal lights for the first time in Berlin. Summer had trickled into autumn, unlike California, from where I boarded the flight two days back. I treated myself with a cup of coffee and sat down to peep into the city from my hotel window. It almost felt like a Facebook feed because of its continuously changing scenes. Then I decided to open the window a little and instantly the city came alive. The aroma from the Pizza shop, the sound of laughter and conversations, and the people made it real and intimate, unlike the virtual world. The open streets that I could see from above have an allure that’s hard to avoid. Therefore, without wasting much time, I quickly planned to see the ongoing Festival of Lights in Berlin, Germany and walk the history-filled roads of Berlin.
While living in Switzerland, I used to go for long walks. I walked along lakes, through vineyards, under the shadow of mountains, and along small streams. One thing which accompanied me on my walks was divine beauty; everywhere and in every corner. I enveloped all my walks and kept them secured and safe in a deposit called the heart.