During this pandemic, country-wise lockdowns have been announced forcing people to remain indoors. Many have written and posted images about how the lockdown has rendered busiest sections of cities empty with an eerie silence. But to me, such silence was never a worry.
Have you ever ventured out at noon in summer? Sometime between 12 PM to 1 PM? May be just outside your home, in your balcony? Perhaps below the window of your office building? May be to a nearby outlet? Or perhaps walking through open lanes to somewhere? I have. And I felt like everything around me has just stopped in its track yet something is still moving. Time is moving, the moments will pass yet the summer noon is still and is silently waiting for me. The chirping of birds somewhere, the whistling of winds through the trees here and there, and inaudible human voice. Even my thoughts seem to have left me. Can this be called those “peaceful moments” that we long so much? May be yes.
Sometimes, I stroll through the lanes aimlessly even though I know the destination I am going to. Sometimes, I just look towards the graveled path leading to somewhere. Somehow nothing captures my fancy and nothing comes to my mind. Like the still water. Like the vast open blue sky. Somehow I forget everything, even my existence. I am only the silence around me. I am still with myself.
These feelings are given apt words by Dante Gabriel Rossetti in his poem “Silent Noon” that, according to T Feezy’s D on his blog, portrays time paradoxically as that which “provides peacefulness and serenity while simultaneously lingering in its unavoidable passing”. T Feezy’s D analyzes the poetry beautifully and provides a comparison between passing time and lover’s union, peacefully in the moment but does not last.