Awareness

It is a pretty good evening. After singing for unusually long, I thought I should keep quiet.
For a moment, it appeared to me that the entire world is sleeping.
Silent.
No.
I realized that I have become less sensitive to the sounds around.
Those which rarely capture your attention.
Those which you take most of the times for granted.
I listened…
My heart beat…
My breath…
My saliva flowing in…
I sensed the other movements inside me.
My legs growing numb…
The rush of blood to the left part of my brain…
My blinking…each time with varying frequency…
My lips relaxing, then tightening…
My body attempting to balance my posture…

The hustle of the leaves in gentle breeze…
I open my eyes… being aware of the present…
Being aware of self…?
Being aware of awareness…?
Am I…?
I…
What is ‘awareness’?