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An ocean of silence




There is an ocean of silence between us and I am drowning in it - Anonymous

This quote stayed in my mind for long after I had read it. It reverberated inside me like bells chiming in my sound-starved ears. Here, I am not talking about the normal sounds we involuntarily hear in between opening and closing our eyes. But, it's the voice that pats us softly and tells us, "your pleasure and pain affects me." Let's accept it, we all secretly crave for that motherly voice. In today's times when we strictly stick to "health and weather" kind of communication even with our relatives, neighbors and friends; we have depleted our emotional health exhaustively.

We all live a cocooned life amidst the crowded surroundings. All of us are self contained in our own cages. So much so, that we isolate our existence from the rest of the world. Each of us become individual entities detached from the megacosm; its live components and its matter.  We have clearly distanced ourselves from each other in this false show of "I am fine".  But the matter to introspect here is to ask the same question to ourselves - "Are we really fine?" How many of you got a truly honest 'positive' answer? I think, hardly a few of us or may be not even a few. The answer to the same question changes as the questioner changes. Why this anomaly? Probably because we have cut off our deep emotional connect from our fellow humans. In the absence of this heart to heart talk with our near and dear ones we have created a sea of silence all around us. We all have dug moats circling our life-forts and even keep alligators of tight-lipped curtsy in them to keep the world at bay. Gradually, the centripetal force of silence transforms these personal moats to separate oceans.

Oceans of silence! Deep enough to drown us all inch by inch. Now the natural question that springs up is - "Is there any way out?" I would say the answer is subjective depending upon person to person. Even better question here would be - "Do we really wish to come out?" The ray of light would only be visible to the ones who give a positive reply to themselves. Rest all are sure to drown.

Next question in line is -"How do we come out of this self-imposed garb of privacy?" The answer is as simple as finding an opposite word. To counteract the centripetal force of silence we need to bring in the centrifugal force of speech. This whirlwind of equal and opposite force will propel and fling off the water of 'silence' paving a dry path for communication. We all can save each other from drowning into the ocean of silence by opening up and offering the life jacket of words to each other. We just have to reach out and talk. It's not that difficult if we look at the children and learn from them the art to talk and laugh together. Instead of oceans of silence, if we build roads of speech, we would be running on the highway of mutual care, attention and support. The high-mast lighting of empathy on these roads will fill us all with the light of hope, optimism and joy of life.

It's up to you now if you let yourselves drown in the ocean of silence or build roads of speech and run blissfuly. What would you choose for yourself? Huh?









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  1. Beautiful write up n fantastic words. So relevant too. Keep up your great writing alka..

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  2. Beautifully expressed Alka .
    Silence that helps to meet you !

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  3. Well expressed Alka...but sometimes silence allows u to know yourself in a better way...to introspect the real thing within yourself...this is what has given this world another prolific writer like u....best wishes dear...hope to meet u soon...

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    1. True, I agree with you. But everything is best in moderation. Now a days it has become common for people to have a strict body language and closed lips so as no one should approach them. This pest of self-imposed solitude is scavenging upon our social set up of coexistence. Thanks for your wishes.

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  4. Only you could have wedded science and poetry so beautifully together Alka! The questions you put forth are deep, the answers surprisingly all within us. The loneliness may be our periphery, but the core ideally needs to feel loved and talked to...Hope I've understood it well.....

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    1. Yes, you found the nucleus of my views...Thanks for getting back to me and taking time out to write here. It's a bridge of written words that you have built connecting us. Keep reading my views on my blog and keep rolling your views about it in comments. Thanks a lot.

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  5. This blog is an excellent literary expression. The Author has used simple words to carve out a masterpiece. Congratulations.

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    1. I am humbled Raj with your generous appreciation. Thanks a ton.

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  6. This post takes me back to my home town in West Virginia. Now as smart phones take away our communication skills, my town still has folks that come up and talk. Kids that play and old that meet and greet. I am so lucky to be one of them . Alka, this blog post is truly mesmerizing.

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    1. Thanks Jeremy Woods, Yes you stated right. This natural interaction which separates us from the rest of the species on earth as social beings is gradually missing. You are really lucky to have a community which still thrives on personal contacts and support system. Thanks again for taking time out to post your comment. Keep visiting my blog.

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  7. Beautifully written.
    Captivating and thought provoking.
    Keep writing and sharing.

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  8. Thank you Sandhya...Having supporters and readers like you I feel encouraged to go on :)

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