Like the tick-tock sound of pecking echoes in the wood similarly the rainy black night is made more silent and peaceful with croaking sound of a toad thundering in the night but then it has its own mysterious stillness and that repeated croaks makes the ambience more toxic than even highlighting the thunder, the lightning streaking a jet black cloud laden night sky of July, and hither and thither the droplets of rain water echoing, the screeching sound of cricket applies in the same manner tearing apart the stillness of the night in its mystical resonating sound made by the rubbing of its wings it has its own spell bounding calm silence.
The paradox that the woodpecker and other elements offer is often beautiful and invariably heightens the calmness of the afternoon in the woods.
Used to listen to these pecking sounds and the chirping sound of the birds may it be black drongo or sunbird or sparrow or the music of nature and feeling the calmness and then revealing the feeling ‘the calm that round us grew’ once a friend and me waited in the midst of woods for too long just hugging and feeling the fresh crisp wind when the morning sun’s rays bathing us in golden sunshine the trees and herbs and shrubs often came close to hug and imparted the feeling that someone just whispered something in my ears and moved from close by, look back no one to be found just the bare chest of huge forest curling its arms around me and from then on visiting the woods/forest has been a intimate part of me and every day time I went there it surprised me with something new in its treasure.
Perhaps on few days the woodpecker was missing and I took it to be it has gone for some kind of picnic or outing may be, all the more I became more eager and tempted to hear its tick-tock and grew disappointed whenever I couldn’t.
The silence was sometimes too deep that it started hurting me and my friend and more hurting us as we impatiently waited for that familiar tick-tock but in no vain although we did love the calmness, but we also wanted to be spiked by the woodpeckers music and believing that yes someone else is also there other than us who is invariably talking about its presence by that repeated knocky music, that was the only security that yes someone else is also there…
to be continued…
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