Birds migrating to the south to taste some heat, bears and squirrels snoozing into hibernation, misty dewdrops settling longer on the droopy leaves and milky frost layering the space outside the window frames…winter has so much of melodious music embroidered into it. Like musical dots or drops of music, winter sings a goldfuzzed song, the song of stillness, the song of silence, the song of ether. Amidst this stillness, winter brings to light what was earlier hidden beneath the shadows of the darkness. This song of silence reveals a music that is sweeter than the music of rainbow and music of all colours. During winters, when everything is silent and still, one can listen to the song that has always been present but got buried under the noisy layers of thoughts. But when the winter arrives, the thoughts, all of them like reptiles go into hibernation and this reveals the song of stillness, as if a glassy lake, a mirrory sunbeam, a crystal-like fireball, a ...