Emptiness..

There are several times of emptiness. One of which I am experiencing now. You have nothing to do. I am early. So I have to wait. I have my laptop, diary, phone but no wish to do anything particular. Rather it feels good to do nothing but just sip on the freshly brewed lemongrass tea.

The lemongrass is beautifully infused. The aroma is freshening. Music is soothing. I can sit up whole day doing nothing. Is it really necessary to do something, something productive at every minute, everyday? Is nothingness harmful? Or am I already doing something? Typing in my thoughts in the phone notes. The experience of nothingness and quietness is so rich that I couldn’t stop myself.

Silence is beautiful indeed. You can actually hear your mind talk with a voice that resembles you. You can actually feel few hairs flying over the face. The fragrance in the small teapot feels to have filled the atmosphere.

Something is breaking the silence. Ohh!! It’s the music around. Cluttering of cups and saucers, screeching of chairs, dropping pen in pen stand, spoon on saucer, shutting and opening of cabinet doors, tapping steps on stairs, whistles of pressure cooker, whirling of fans and now a phone ringing (that’s a noise outside the charming music). If there had been noise around, this unusual musical treat would have submerged in it and never be heard. Its the emptiness in and out of me that I could witness to feel all the aromas and music around.