Chapter 1: A Traveller of Silence

 When someone remains confined within the four walls for days on end, something strange begins to happen—

their world, somehow, starts to shrink. Gradually, their world began to fold in on itself.

When there are no classes to attend, no errands to run, and days pass without stepping outside, one begins to realize just how small a life can be felt when you are no longer in your busy schedules.

At that moment of life,perhaps there is no rainbow—but it is not colorless either.

Beauty still exists, though it no longer feels spontaneous.

Amid the chaos of life, and the constant, unsteady pressure of studies, a question quietly emerges in my mind—"What if, for a little while, I could disappear from this world?"

"What if I could become a traveller of silence, seeking refuge in a realm,untouched by noise?"

Sometimes I dream of such a life; a place where no one knows my name.

Where I do nothing but read, write and live; untill the world forgets me and I,in return,forget the world too. 

In that solitude:

No ticking clocks, only the natural play of silence.

A vast garden,lush with green, a beloved book in hand and a heart full of quietude—

where, among thousands of poems, I would become a poet myself,singing the songs of life.

A place where no one comes searching for me,where no one holds expectations from me.

Where I exist solely for myself—within the quiet blending of my own being,within my own words,at an unknown address;

only to rediscover who I truly am.

And then, perhaps, I would return to this mechanical world of bricks and stones.

Back to the stable moments of an unstable life. Back to the endless rat race, running once again.

Whatever happens, at least the experience of being a traveller of silence would remain—carved gently into the soul of my life forever.