It was a fine morning. I was so lazy to start my works for that day. Even though I didn’t forget to get something done which is my routine, looking out the nature and feel the freshness of the misty morning from the balcony.
I haven’t presume the day might be distinctive. As like the other days I came out to live through the chillness. I began to examine the lane from start to end. My intuition warned me someone was staring at me for a long time. I rolled my eyes to look forward the bug-eyed, who was in straight opposite to my house.
He gave me friendly sigh. As he was a stranger I didn’t express any gesture. Disappointed, he went inside his house. The next day I decided to see him in curiosity to see if he would still be there like the day before. Yes, he was there right in the very spot where he was the previous day. Today he nodded his head slightly to show the signal of welcoming me.
I was quite surprised about his behavior. Neither he knew me nor I do. So I was confused a little with his eccentric actions. Day by day, he looks extremely unique and impressive. He reflected my feelings just as a mirror and splashed the unmistakable look of despair.
Later on a gloomy day, I saw him lying on the corridor silently. He raised his head and lowered his eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. Suddenly his master called him, he was ordered to follow behind. He passed the half way on lane along with his master, turned back his head towards me and wagged his tail in air politely as a sign of goodbye. As per his master’s command he hopped into the truck in a jerk and waved a serene look. Unknowingly he started the journey towards his final destiny from there. Now I learnt how silence could speak far much better than words.
Unspoken words, unspoken minds…I cannot read anything when I look at the expressions. Silent voices, silent eyes…The language of silence covers the emotions. Masked fantasies, masked realities…I begin to notice the true desires. Hidden secrets, hidden thoughts…for all I see are dull faces, with nothing to say. Because the only thing he have shown me is how “silence speaks louder than words”.
Unspoken words, unspoken minds…I cannot read anything when I look at the expressions. Silent voices, silent eyes…The language of silence covers the emotions. Masked fantasies, masked realities…I begin to notice the true desires. Hidden secrets, hidden thoughts…for all I see are dull faces, with nothing to say. Because the only thing he have shown me is how “silence speaks louder than words”.
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