THE ESSENCE OF SILENCE

Well.. What am I going to write about today?
Hmm… Let me think…
Let me ‘talk’ about ‘silence’..

Now you’ll wonder, what’s there to talk about silence?

Silence is like an eternal spring. It is the most infalliable testing tool. Still vexed by my sentence? Well… it is very simple, the one who understands your silence, understands you in and out.
Read on…


O Silence.. Why am I in love with you?
Without you, the whole world seems untrue..

You bring in unspoken joy to my life,
Silence, you are an end to my strife.
I feel like heaven in your presence,
You’ve become life’s sweetest essence.

Yes, there’s no music around…
But with you around, I need no sound..
You’ve never been an inherent part of me so far,
Yet, when I look back today, sounds seem like a war…

- Luv, Ships.

THE RISING SUN

Well friends... this being my first blog let me being with something which inspires me everytime i'm down... It talks about hope, about mirth and about life... Read on.

Friday afternoon, last week, tired of the hustle-bustle of our daily life, I went to the beach to find some peace amidst the celestial silence. I cursed the entire cosmos for whatever wrong that was happening to me; when out of nowhere, a sweet little girl emerged! She was so sweet, so cherubic, so innocent and angelic, that for a moment I forgot all my pains. She said in a mellisonant voice, “Hi! I’m Mirth. What’s your name?”. Reluctantly, I replied, “Shipra”. Like any other child she started firing questions like bullets, when finally giving a cockamamie reason, I said, “Look, workload has already eaten me up. Please don’t bother me.” Yet, with a naughty grin on her face, she replied, “Fine, see ya tomorrow. I’ll be waiting!”


Next day, my feet dragged me to the beach once again. There I sat dysphoric, downcast, unhappy with myself as usual. Mirth came along suddenly and asked, “Sis, do you enjoy a Roller coaster ride?” I didn’t reply. She said, “Well, I love it. But can you tell me why does it take so long for that steep climb and then it rolls down so easily filling us with so much of joy?” Her question though sounded silly had so much to do with our daily lives. We put in so much of hard work just like that tough climb and finally we’re rewarded with that joyous slide. Yes….. my mind said, “Cheer up! Your hard work will certainly be rewarded. If it’s not today, there’s ought to be a golden tomorrow.” My lips suddenly sported a smile. Mirth said, “Wow! Keep smiling. You look good.”


The beach by now had become a daily routine. Answering Mirth’s silly questions was fun. Therein lay the gist of life. She even offered me to visit her place as she stayed in a nearby cottage. I said, “Some other time, honey!” Time spent with her was total fun. We never stopped smiling.

But God didn’t want me to smile………

On Wednesday, I lost one of my close friends. Mirth as usual sat besides me. I shrugged. Noticing the anguish on my face, she asked, “Why does the sun set?” I didn’t want to listen. I yelled at her, “Leave me alone”. Smilingly she said, “Take care and think over it!” Good heavens, I shouldn’t have reacted that way.

Next day as usual I was at the beach. But this time Mirth was nowhere around. It was all my fault. Again on Friday she didn’t turn up. I remembered her saying that she lived in a nearby cottage. My schizophrenic mind dragged me to her place. A lady opened the door. I asked for Mirth. She welcomed me with a smile. “Please have a seat. You are Shipra, right? Mirth has left something for you.” I asked for her again, when her mother replied with dolorous eyes, “She’s left for her heavenly abode.” The sky came crashing down on me. “This is NOT possible!” Later, I learnt that she was a cancer patient.

Back home, I opened the gift that she’d left for me. Goodness… It was a painting of a beach with the Rising Sun! I stared at it, totally stunned and expressionless. I remembered her last question, “Why does the sun set?” The answer was so simple….so that it could rise again! Yes, this is what life is all about. Toil, travail, drudge…and finally you achieve bliss and mirth!


Well friends... Mirth's was a fictional character... But I'm sure, we don't meet angels like her everyday... So, lets make a promise, to live life to the fullest...

Just as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow says...

Every morning sees a task begun,

Every evening sees its close;

Something attempted, something done,

Has earned a night’s repose.

- Luv Ships.