'Well timed silence hath more eloquence than speech!'
I believe silence has a language of its own. Everyone does. Life is very good at giving examples I know. We all have been given some of them. Silence is much more than not talking. It may inspire haunt, at the same time it may show love. You can express anger with it, you can convey sorrow with it. What water is to colours is what silence is to expressions. We human beings have an inborn talent of 'listening' silence, especially of those whom we love. Mothers are pretty good at the game. I remember a night when I was shit depressed and needed to talk to someone badly. I called my mom and when she picked up I wasn't able to speak. I was choking. She, after ten seconds, understood that something is wrong. "Is something wrong beta?" and there I was, crying like a five year old. Yeah I know that is a sissy thing to do but when you are in a dangling state of mind, even the smallest stroke of love is capable enough to break you down. If, God forbid, ever in your life you meet depression, it won't leave(if it eventually does leave you because I believe some part of it always stays) you with fond memories to cherish with. Sadness apart. Here is a contrast of silence at play.
1. A silence of hatred -
Alcohol again. I am yet to categorize alcohol as an enemy or a friend. The other night's party ended up in a fight that was pretty-fucking bad. And when we returned to our senses (and hangover free state of mind), there were bruises, not on our bodies but on our hearts. A part of me died that night. Things like these make you believe that world is a bad place to be in. After spending a whole day not talking to each other we reached a point where we had to draw conclusions. It's hard to know people very well but not talk to them. It kills to feel hatred towards someone whom you loved until last night. There we were in a room, not talking. Staying mum. Pin drop silence was given run for its money. Silence, at its brief best. You could hear the clock ticking as if loudspeakers were connected to it. As if everyone was asking each other burning questions, without uttering a word. Things are pretty much better now, but that moment is the one that made me write this. I so desperately wanted to let it out on my keyboard (times of pen are coming to an end). Life is strange; it's sadly funny to see how ego overcomes love.
2. A silence of love -
Lectures are boring. Professors suck. It was yet another boring lecture at my IIT-JEE coaching in Kota. I wouldn't have been sitting in the class if it wasn't for her. Yes, there were times when I was hopelessly in love. I always took a seat that made it really easy for me to see her across the other row clearly. If smiles were a commodity to be sold in retail, she would have been a millionaire. If you ask me what is the definition for cuteness? I would show you her face. Dimples, like pits so deep, it would put Indian roads to shame. There was a hint of melancholy on her face, and if it didn't kill me to see her being sad, I would have put that expression on her face forever. Seeing her inspired me to be a better person, a better human being. But I never told her a damn thing. I never gained enough gut to do it. I used to sort of stalk her. I use to stare at her all day long during lectures (I didn't realized it then that how much foolish was that to do). She didn't take it in a very good fashion. Hell! Which girl would? But that lecture, that day, was different. It was one of the many defining moments of my life. I was staring at her and after a moment I found her staring at me. Our eyes met. Our gazes were attached to each other for really long (25 minutes). I was speaking without 'talking'. She smiled for me, for the very first time and kept smiling. I felt out of this world. That day is still one of the most special days of my life. Love needs no language they say, and I couldn't agree more! What happened afterwards is a secret to keep (or to be shared when the right time comes). *wink*
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