If you haven’t read this first, please do so. In it Pico Iyer expands on getting away from it all and incredible rush of things into our lives.
That joy of quiet is why I live where I live - at the edge of a village.
That joy of quiet is why I reach where I work just a little after 7.30 AM.
That joy of quiet is why I sometimes take the road by the lake back home.
That joy of quiet is why I am offline post 9 PM on almost every day.
That joy of quiet is why I wake up at 4 AM on certain weekends and drive 100km to eat breakfast at a mountain village.
That joy of quiet is why I take off in the afternoons and go sit on the platform in Tyakal and watch the sunset.
That joy of quiet is why I sit in the balcony at dusk reading my grandfather’s letters to my father.
That joy of quiet is why I fight for the window seat on the train.
That joy of quiet is why I will visit places like Theh Qalandar, Chak Pakhewala, Golehwala, Ib, Gobarsanda, Bahelia Buzurg, Gola Gokaranath, Parlakimidi this year.
That joy of quiet is what I cherish and live for.
