Beyond words, sounds. Beyond a blink, a sigh, a smile, a touch, a frown. Is there communication in absolute silence and stillness ? Is there communication in a sense of being ? I woke up at 5 am to see the sun rise in a sleepy still Calcutta and the pigeons sing in Bengali.

They did not throw a casual ‘Hey I love you” at each other , but love and trust that is focussed, active and eager at that moment. Into an energy that mingles and entangles each pigeon with another, making them a flock. And that mingling lead to something more ethereal, more harmonious and created ideas in my mind so limitless that words and gestures could not have conjured up.