Who says silence is golden? It’s silver. It’s pretty, sparkling, molten silver, which ripples so soft when a voice falls on it. It’s a shimmery silver shawl, smooth as silk and yet warm like milk that’s been heated just enough. It covers my cold shoulders, and envelops me in its afterglow. It’s inside this shawl that I know what I truly want, and what I truly am.. I wish my mind would stop talking long enough for me to find out. :)
ps. The title of this post is a note written on a birthday present- "Siddhartha" by Herman Hesse, a book I am still struggling to understand.
3 comments:
Beautiful.. you have a way with words and metaphors..I wish I could write like that! :)
You got control over your words and it was really great to read about silence .
You are absolutely right and keep writing more and help us know more..
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:) thank you, folks!
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