Between the moments of silence there are horns

When I sit in one of the tea stalls along the road to Bangalore, opposite the Ramana Ashram. I hear and see loud buses and lorries passing by. The buses are overloaded with people and they seem always in a hurry, using there horns very frequently and very loud, so loud I cannot speak during that noise. The lorries are overloaded there load is bulking, they use there horn as frequently as the buses. But between the horns there is silence.