And then, there was silence...

Imagine a silence so palpable, so heavy and yet so comforting and so encompassing. In that silence, there is not a slightest hint of sound, nor whisper. You can only hear the sound of your breathing, but not the sound of the wind's breath.

You can see the vast earth that lay before you, the sprawl of buildings and the green blanket of flora. You look down and feel the slightest tinge of height-phobia, for you are standing on nothing more than the transparent air. But the view draws your eyes and your fear is banished away.

You see the fog teasing the lake, flitting, streaming and circling. As the sunlight pierces through the air, lines of fog trail off in an evaporating wake, weaving nature's own unique tapestry.

That, my friends, is how i felt, heard and saw when i sat in the hot-air balloon.


The trip, i daresay, was a success. I had good fun and was able to throw off, for a moment, the blanket of work, worry and weariness. It was a long drive, both to and from there. But the endless conversations, debates and questions with friends made it seem less so.

There is only one thing that i wished for in that trip. The one thing that would made my trip a lot happier and a lot more fun...

The presence of my oliphant.