Melancholy... Qatar... Same thing

There is this quietness around. It's been there all this while. I have just begun to hear it now though. It's loud, very loud... the quietness around.

The sound of shoes slowly walking around on the marbled corridor, the computer keys click away, so fast, as if there was no tomorrow, the telephone ringing unattended far away somewhere, cars zooming away outside, the faint sound of the Azaan breaking through the thick, silent air...

There is this quietness around. It's been there all this while.

The sounds of laughter have been buried somewhere you can't find.

You watch the days go by, counting every hour, every minute, satisfied, that as you breathe, counting every hour, every minute, yet another second has become history.