Confession: I Miss the Patiala Noise More Than I Admit

I used to complain about the noise in Patiala.

Now I live with more quiet, and some evenings it feels too complete, too sealed, too careful.

The old noise had information inside it.

You could hear people being around, routines moving, families arguing, scooters returning, and life refusing to stay private.

Silence can be beautiful.

But some kinds of noise are also a form of belonging, and I did not understand that until much later.

Tell the adda what part of the Patiala soundscape you miss in secret.