I was never more desperate. I never craved more for silence as much as last Sunday on my trip to Smoky Mountains. The more I craved for it... the more it eluded me. May be it was just one of those days. But I realized how much I have grown in silence and how much we have bonded together. 

It means a lot to me. In all probabilities, I will go back to the Appalachian Valley to witness the fall foliage. And yeah, this time... it will be all alone.