All the punters gone home. It is the corner of my bar where it's pin drop silence. Hear ticking of the grandfather clock . No mutiny of sound to break the silence and tranquility of the bar. Drinking my favourite glass of thoughts and sipping the contents of my inner being and exploring the rapport with soul and my body and create a synergy of cohesion. The peace and the sudden fallen blanket of silence allows me an uninterrupted thinking.