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Silence that speaks louder than words
The azure sky changedinto a garment of orangish-redas the sun setting in the horizonmutely signaled the end of the day.
The dogwood blossoms fell to the ground,spreading a white carpet around the trunk.They planned to exit in silence,to come back again the next year.
To adorn the garden,the rose buds bloomed overnight,not declaringtheir transition to the flowering state.And yet, all saw the change.
With roving eyes,the squirrel under the half-naked maple treechewed on and on without a sound,performing one of his mundane choreswithout telling the world.
Like a seedling that sprouts fast with the rainsthe tiny one germinated, standing tall,right up to his mother’s chest.He is that new-born baby I sawjust the other day.I did not hear him grow;I simply saw him change.
Outgrowing the frills, ribbons, and dolls,unannounced,she cast her garbof the little bouncy girland withdrew into a shellencompassed by shyness and quietness.
Staring at the blank wallsin the stillness of the night,her head rested on the wet pillow.Hiding from others,she quietly mourned her solitude.
Seeing their boy walk up the stageand collect his trophy amidst a thundering applause,their faces beamed.Speechless, their tears rolled downand unfolded a story of abundant joy.
The quiet, ruthless distance filled the gapas a friendship dwindled down the lanewithout a reason or a question asked.
The bits and fragments they are,forming the cadence of life.The hues and shades,solemn and joyful,vibrant and dull,fill the pages with storiesthat silence writes,with her infinite unsaid words.
First published here.
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Rashmi Bora Das is a freelance writer settled in the suburbs of Atlanta. She has a master’s degree in English from India, and a second master’s in Public Administration from the University of read more...
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