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it is so quiet in the West. after every visit back home the silence feels starker than usual. no one in the kitchen cooking elaborate meals, no one in the living room blasting terrible tamil music from their laptop. and the background noises have gone missing too - babies crying, children crying, parents yelling, stray dogs barking from the disappearing forest. thousands of lives led in such close proximity, each one invisible but asserting itself through sound. sometimes i close my eyes here and it feels like the apocalypse has come.