The room The door was closed, windows too. It was so quiet that he could hear his own breath. He wanted to write undisturbed. A solitude- hunter. Someone knocked at the door. He did not open. The postmen left a letter. He did not know. The invitation was missed. Strangely, silence crowded the room and he felt breathless. The page was blank. No word in the ink. He opened a window carefully. The breeze from the nearby tree rustled into the room It mingled with his breath. The twittering sound of the birds broke into the solitude. Suddenly, light leapt into his room. Words came crowding. The pen was restive. The tumult. All the walls of the room dissolved. He was lifted. ----------
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