A different way of communication happens here in which there are no words. The birds chirp at a frequency which invokes the sweet sound-buds on the ear drum. The river water embracing the gravity converts the stones into sound boxes producing a gurgling sound reminding me of the irrelevancy of my tongue. As I breathe in, I feel enchanted by the fragrance in the air and my mind shuts the eyelids focussing on this newfound dimension of air; and as I breathe out I find out finally what a sigh of relief is. I walk on the carpet of life which holds these towers of fragrance wondering how talented these trees are, they extract fragrance out of soil, generate oxygen to sustain life and I laugh at me because I showcase my talent by printing a degree made out of tree. Every step I take I see the complete band of colours everywhere making me realise the reason for having eyes. I feel the intelligence in every particle around me. Air becomes a medium of communication by transporting the vibrations to eardrums, carrying fragrances by brushing itself against the trees, transporting photons of light to my retina.