What defines silence? Is it when there is no drop of sound or thoughts? Can a library be called silent in the truest sense when every page in the book whispers its story to the one who holds them? The readers whose minds are swirling in thoughts of their own and the authors, creating a link between them. Can your thoughts ever be silent? Meditation makes your mind peaceful and quiet. But most people don't practice it. So when do they experience silence? The silence makes them calm and thoughtless and just at the moment. I believe silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of thoughts. When my mind is at solace without any significant emotion. It is silence while I'm writing, playing, swimming or even working. Those moments when my mind decides it's tired and stops with background thoughts to cherish what's right in front of me.
On the contrary, literal silence seduces my mind to fantasies that will never happen. It takes me to all kinds of worlds better than the one I'm in. it suffocates me in toxic hope and ungratefulness. In these silent moments, I miss the old and the gone. The people whose language I can still read but lost fluency. The leftover emotions and information about them, what does one with them? I wonder about the use of still remembering my third-class best friend's favourite holiday was Christmas and that she made cookies for Santa. The memory of the riddle presented to me in the second class that I still can't solve. The senior who inspired me loved knowledge and won't eat chips. He wanted to pursue medicine and help in rural areas. I wonder how his dream is faring. The guy I met briefly can't remember names, so he wrote mine in his diary. The lady I met in the lift, who had more than thirty icecreams saw me and offered one. I had asked her name, but like everything else- some things always get lost. The auntie scolded the small boy for not learning multiplication. He loved to play and came crying to me, I had to invent a game for him to study, and he was laughing by the end. The guy with the mark on his chest hiding behind walls, I wonder if he is happy where he ran away. My Barbie playmates, will those sisters ever play Barbies with their daughters someday and remember who their playmate was? The guy who stopped doing drugs and decided to change himself, is he still on it?
All this information about people I can no longer talk to plagues my mind when there is no noise or task. I will never know if I pass in their minds as they do in mine. Neither will I know how they are unless our paths decide to cross again in this big small world. Did I ever do something impactful or unique to be in someone's head? Do I pass through anyone's thoughts? Am I leaving a mark or passing through like a ghost?
The other kind of thought that silence beckons are about the future. Im yet to meet so many people and maybe lose some. The conservation and adventures that are for me. All the people- I will fall in love with who loves me. All the people you are yet to know- exist in the same world and time unless they are yet to be born. They are here, and so are you and all of us. We all are alive, smiling in happiness and holding onto it in bad times. Somewhere your future is crying their heart and chasing their dreams. There is so much life that you have lived and so much more still. You will be a chapter in someone's book or just a line. It is something you will never know.
I would say silence is the absence of mindless thoughts and just a cherishing present in serenity. Silence is when you feel like doing your best and smiling or when you are crying on the washroom floor. You silently adore the people you ever loved. People silently cheer you on and support you. Silence is when you are lost to your passions and involved. My last question for you is- are you silent right now? If you are not, then experience it and keep on it. It is so much more than just the absence of sound.
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