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Sshhh!!! Listen to The Silence!!!


“Nothing is impossible because impossible says I’m possible.” I heard this quote from my brother, and after that, I started thinking that, “How we can say impossible is possible? Because we can’t say silence is sound...” in some of those days, I preferred to be silent during arguments, while gossiping, when someone is talking, when the house is empty. My silence was making a tone of sense. I started believing that silence doesn’t make you inactive, it would be glorious if you could listen the sound of the silence. You can listen to silence and learn from it. It has quality and dimensions all of its own.

One of my memories that I would like to share with you, in my high school days, I was such a mischievous boy. I had made a big mischief. Like an every Principal, our school Principal also called my father. I was in front of my dad, worried and thinking about what he would say. But what happened? He didn’t say even a single word; he just gazed at me for a minute, his face was expressionless. That was the first time I had listened to the silence. I realized what I had done. His silence told me everything he wanted to say. Probably I would not have understood that if he would have punished me. Yes, Silence speaks when words can’t. He/She who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.

While talking on the cell with the person whom you love the most, there is a bit of time when both stop their flow of words, that moment of silence is beautiful. And this silence is always broken by both, at the same time, by saying “what happened?” or “hello!” that moment makes that person feel happy as I told in my previous blog. This silence brings them so close that may words cannot.

When we sit silently and watch the world around us, I think silence is much and more accurate. It seems only people who listen to the silence can sit next to each other and not say anything, and still feel happy. The younger, eager, impatient, always break silence. Only those people who heartily love (not the only love that we think at first sight) each other can listen to each other without uttering a single word. Silence is the source of words. According to a great paradox, Silence draws people together. 

Seeing him/her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound. I think silence have a solution of every question. Sense opens up in the silence. All objects have a language which we can decipher only in total silence. Silence is pure and is a source of great strength.

Silence is the sound before you want to make sound


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  1. Nice thought ����

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  2. Bhai gud start..! Nice 1

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  3. Silence is golden. Silence when in solitude can help you introspect to a deeper level. Silence when someone is angry tells you a million things that words can't express. Silence on the phone call is not awkward but shared.

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  4. Gautam: Thank you for visiting my blog. I too love writing. All kinds. I have several books on Amazon. I'm now finishing second novel. I have one book of short stories which is my favorite writing form. I will keep to short stories after this novel is finished. I enjoyed several of your blogs just now. Your words spoke to me - VERY good writing here. "His silence told me everything that he want to say. Probably I would not be able to understand that if he had punished me. Yes, silence speaks when words can’t. He/She who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words." Very intuitive. Very clever. Keep writing. I'll be back to ready more. Thanks for writing with such beautiful sensitivity. Barbara

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