Just finished my half a day of silence. For the past two weeks every morning I've been in silence upto the afternoon. I usually start my day at 5am so its about 7 and a half hours of silence. During this time I don't talk to anyone, I don't communicate with anyone in any way. Mostly while walking I just walk with my face down so that eyes don't meet in communication. I remember the first day I started it I felt this strange irritation inside of me....I realized how used to I was to non verbal communication with people...how the smiles, the eyes greeting with hellos, the need to see who was coming towards me, the need to know who was looking at me and who was not was almost compulsive. The first few days I found it difficult even these few hours of no communication....because I realized how for the littlest things we have a tendancy to look around...to talk. But now it feels different with those 7 and a half hours.....infact I see it slowly trickling into my whole day. I feel calmer while walking, more observant of myself, less disturbed by the social obligations we almost unconciously get binded by. As I become more and more of an observer of myself theres a strange sense of peace that's started setting in. I find myself less fearful, less disturbed by the things that otherwise caused so much misery to me.

So much happens around, I see, I hear,
So much happens around, both far and near.
So much happens around but stillness inside today,
So much happens around but an ease to move my way.

So much happens inside I watch, I look,
So much happens inside as I read this complex book.
So much happens inside yet bothering me less,
So much happens inside as I see my self created mess.

What happens, what doesn't less important now,
To something far greater I feel myself bow.
The drums of changing times beating louder today,
Handing the reigns of my being over for now I slowly walk away.