I almost burst into laughter yesterday. My sis identified good logical thinking traits, a strong attitude, my improvised approach and maturity levels as some of my greens (with a sense of dis-belief though! (won't blame her for that)). Grays she couldn't identify many. Except that I am silent now. Silence...hmm.. !!
I was wondering all the while as to why silence was evaluated, mis-interpreted, publicised and tagged as my gray. As a matter of fact, it hurts me when Silence is mis-judged. It has been my sole confide for years now. Together we have walked the crests and troughs of my life( heh ! life ?? can you state one significant achievement to call it ..'life', dear Suddu ?). Silence has been my philosopher, guide, love, inspiration and a google to answers of my misery and pain. She has been a blessing in disguise, a friend in solitude, my partner in crime and my Saviour. Silence is a necessity in my life.Strange, how it brews in my veins and runs deep inside my arteries and fills the farthest of corners in me. Stranger the way it drives me. Silence my dear ! Means more than a void or period.
Silence. The nucleus of my thoughts and an anchor to my actions. She mothers me. Chastening at times and cuddling at other. I have been nurtured and nourished under her vigilance... as if I were born to her. Silence nestles me. She doctors my words and controls my instincts.
If existence is a compulsion, so be it. I will exist. When perishing is inevitable, so will I, but only in silence...
