Harsha Agarwal

My Memories
2011-05-29 14:31:46 (UTC)

Silence

This is an experience of my friend….
I woke up late, after last night late chatting with my friends. And the cascade of late began…
I tried and rushed everything, got ready and ran to bus stop. And…… missed the bus…
That added to a burden of changing 3 buses to reach college. It was month of March and scorching sun had no sympathy with human. I could find students everywhere discussing examination papers…
I took my bus to Paradise (Secunderabad) via old Bowenpally.
There is a school at Bowenpally for deaf and dumb children. As it was around 12 o’clock in the afternoon, they finished their exams and got into the same bus. Bus was full of students with only four other passengers including me.
It was all calm around me, no engine sound from the brand new bus, no traffic, and no horns. It was a smooth and a silent journey.
But someone was talking, yes….. Those kids they made gestures and hand signals to talk to each other, some were smiling and some were sad. A few of them looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. Slowly I was involved with them, for the first time in my life I spoke without using my vocal cord. It was beyond all the words, beyond all the communication skills, very simple. It was like they can express themselves to the fullest without any need to search words and simple to understand others. I enjoyed silence. This experience was first of its kind. It taught me the language of silence.
As an impact of this incidence I was silent for some days, and I liked it.




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