Between the horns there is silence.

When I sit in one of the tea stalls along the road to Bangalore, opposite the Ramana Ashram. I see the dragon flies, the bushes with the purple flowers, the Banjee tree, the Sadu's washing there orange robes in the tank. I see cyclist and motorbikes full of people passing (3 people, mom, dad and child is not an exception). I see the mountain and the sky how beautiful to be here and between this there are the horns.