The Weight of Silence
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and for once, I am not trying to fill the silence with noise. We spend our lives chasing the loud moments, the ones that demand our attention and promise us a destination. We think that if we reach the top of the mountain or the edge of the water, we will finally be satisfied. But the truth is, the most profound things happen in the spaces where nothing is asked of us. The stillness is not empty; it is heavy with everything we have been running from. It is in these quiet, frozen stretches that we realize we are not the masters of our own paths. We are merely guests in a world that continues to breathe long after we have stopped trying to control it. Does the ice feel the cold, or is it just waiting for a sun that refuses to rise?
Dipsankar Saha has captured this stillness in his work titled Unforgettable Sikkim. It reminds me that sometimes, the most beautiful parts of a journey are the ones we never planned to take. Does the quiet ever make you feel like you are finally seeing clearly?
