Ever the wordsmith, Amitabh Bachchan’s recent blog entry channels his inner poet, contemplating the soothing void of Mumbai’s late hours. Echoing Harivansh Rai Bachchan’s spirit, he shares heartfelt observations on urban silence and natural wonders.
In a city that never sleeps, nights surprise with their depth of quiet, Bachchan writes. Post-rush hour, emptiness reigns, stirring awe rather than dread in him. ‘This peace holds a special beauty,’ he affirms.
Live from the moment, he narrates a pothole collision breaking the spell, followed by motorcycle rumbles from nocturnal commuters. These accents make the silence richer, he explains.
Bachchan praises the azure skies, crediting dust control, rainfall purification, and sea air. ‘She’s the supreme physician; our potions stem from nature,’ he philosophizes.
Navigating existence’s dualities—structure and chaos, din and dumb—he culminates: ‘Life liberates itself from life alone.’ A masterclass in finding solace amid frenzy.