Echoing colours.

Noise and Silence.

One quiet morning, i walked through an empty lane which was otherwise filled with vehicals, carts, pedestrians and road side stalls. The noise that persisted through the day seemed almost non-existent. The silence of the morning seemed almost uncomfortable.
The silence was filled with sounds. The sounds of fear, rage, anguish, sorrow and of bliss. One could not miss the overpowering sounds of indifference. Indifference must be distinguished from that of ignorance. The jumble of sounds seemed to echo from the past, a distant present and a threatening future. This made it almost impossible to distinguish noise from silence.