As usual wind blew the curtains and sun rays landed on my face. I turned around and hid my face under pillow. And a whole day and what to do list started moving in front of my closed eyes. I was awake, but I decided to lay there in bed. My room mate closed her wardrobe and I stood with bitterness. Got out of room and stood in balcony. Nothing got changed. Vehicles were running on highway, that man was sleeping under tree as usual. I decided to bunk the college, so after some stretching I went to room and hopped in bed. My room mate was gone. I slept till 12 o'clock and bathed. I don't know what to do, so I picked colors and brush and started painting something, I don't know what. A girl came to my room. She asked about painting, I said 3 words 'I don't know'. Then she told me her story of few past days. I was listening quietly. Suddenly her phone rang and she got out of room and never came back in whole day. I watched a movie and laid on bed and closed my eyes. Door opened. I knew that was my roomy so I didn't opened my eyes. She asked me for tea. I just nodded my head. She gave me tea and sat on her bed beside mine. She was somewhat nervous as wanted to say something. After trying too hard she moved her lips at last 'why are you not saying something? Is everything fine?' I again nodded my head in yes. Then she lose her all strength to ask anything else. I sipped my tea and my phone rang. Display was showing 'chhaya Di'. I received the call 'hello'. She started fighting with with me. She was scolding me accusing me for not calling back. And I was just listening sitting on balcony's wall. She asked me many times why I'm so silent these days. I replied 'nothing like that, just listening to you'. After so much one sided conversation she asked me something. I opened my mouth to reply and she hung up. Then after a min. she messaged 'got some work. Talk to u later'. I returned to room and took my lappy and played music on full volume.
No one knows that I was not silent. All time I was yelling bellowing talking laughing talking. But no one knows that. I was talking to them, but they didn't listened a word. Coz they were listening just what they want to hear. I was talking continuously but no one there to hear. Why should I speak if my words have no value. Why should I allow them to leave my mind if there was no one to understand. No one to consume them. Everyone was asking me to say something just coz they are telling too much and feeling uncomfortable that I was quite. No one understand my silence. If my silence is noticeable. How could you understand my words? I'm happy to talk myself. We all need time to be alone, to think to dream to wonder. . .
P.S.- I'm talking to you..... just try to hear.... MY SILENCE
