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He sat in his room at home in the dark. All alone. In solitude. The noises he heard everyday were about to start. And they did. On the dot. At the precise appointed time.
The noises never started all at once. It always started with a couple of voices. Then as time progressed, it always grew into a crescendo. There was a plethora of voices that he heard today. Some were clear, some not much. Some had soft tones, some with harsh tones. Some familiar voices, a couple of new voices. All adding to the noise.
Till a year back, whenever he heard those voices, he felt like he had to pay attention. He used to feel compelled to hear them out. Sooner or later, it would so happen that a voice would get too close to him. It would call him out. It would push him to do something. Now he had grown used to neglecting the noise. But it was not always easy.
Today, he waited with bated breath, hoping that the noises stayed away. He wished that none of those voices that he hated would come any closer. He yearned that none of those persistent, known voices would order him into doing something he didn’t want to. That the noise didn’t spur him into needless action.
He prayed that the voices end soon. That they leave him alone in peace. And like clockwork, they did. The noise always ended. The voices always stopped. At the scheduled time.
He took a deep breath for a couple of minutes in relief.
He watched his calendar. It was time to enter another room of noise. He smiled and thought to himself what a blessing remote meetings and the mute button were, ever since he had started working from home. And he clicked the button to join his next one.