In a hotel room in Mumbai, Sunday morning about 9am. I suddenly notice that it’s really quiet… all I can hear is the clock ticking and crows cawing outside. A tap-tap on the window turns out to be a dragonfly looking in. It must have been like this for at least half an hour.
I’m pondering how peace and quiet is such a rare commodity in Indian cities, and how you could run special holidays to quiet places for city-dwellers. And just how fragile the tranquility is. Then I hear 2 honks of a car horn followed by a dog barking and I burst out laughing.