There is such beauty in a noiseless ambiance, isn’t it? Not always though. Standing in the foyer, I could hear the click of the door closing behind me reverberating through the hall. For so long I have been wrapped up in my own world various kind of high-pitched noises that I had forgotten the shrill cry of Silence. It sounds like a banshee crying in the distance that could make your ears bleed.
Hope comes in many forms, in my case it was showered on me in the form of a rain.