“My father had once said that music was full of silences…”

--Madeleine Thien, Do Not Say We Have Nothing. 

The silences Madeleine Thien refers here is what, I feel, adds elegiac and ethereal qualities to the writings of O.V.Vijayan or the films of G.Aravindan...

The same shines through like a gauzy light in this terse Yehuda Amichai poem reproduced below.

Forgetting Someone

Forgetting someone is like forgetting to turn off the light
in the backyard so it stays lit all the day

But then it is the light that makes you remember.