Each time I come here, I feel like a new milestone has been stepped on to. There is an air of a new found piece of jigsaw puzzle falling quietly into its place. As I merge into a silent corner, I don’t have the full view and I am a very new patch on a fairly well flourished wallpaper. I now have the privilege though, to gradually see something come together.

I see faces going towards ‘game on.’

I hear voices saying ‘let’s do this.’

I sense the feeling of ‘I can’t wait to do this.’

There is an aura of infectious anticipation. I am the camouflaged quiet. I am currently watching a a group lead by a passionate independent woman work toward making a web series. I only started doing that recently. Among many things, I feel constantly, the need to come back, vanish into thin air silently and drink everything that is unraveling around me. One would think there is no fun doing so but from my little spot, I get a view of a reeling journey. It’s direction suggests an amalgamated path toward touching hearts.

When that happens, I want to perch on a tile on the roof, be the wallflower on the top and gush at the numerous spectators around the finished work.