Through the Window

There are voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Voices, everyday we hear voices. No matter how ordinary one’s life is, we hear voices everyday. We hear different sets of voices when we are in solitude. We hear other different sets of voices when we are in the world of reality.

Solitude cracks open the door that separates our two worlds; the life we lead today and the life we yearn for so deeply. Many a time, we find ourselves moving to the rhythm of others more than we would like, and that only in moments of solitude we are able to move towards our own rhythm.

Through the Window series express voices of my own rhythm when in solitude.

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Through the Window

There are voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world.

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