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Why silence is my best friend by Arabian Oud{R}




Silence can be ones best friend when noone around is you when you need them. Sometimes, a piece of paper and a pen are enough to accompany on a long journey. When you keep looking at the mobile phone for someone to call, or for a friend to sms you back and you get no reply or importance that one does deserve, it isolates you. An inner isolation is worse because it cuts off your power to interact with others. The voices within limit your existence and disconnect you from all those people who you think are your friends but are not. It disconnects you from all those who you think could be your shoulder to hear you cry. But now I wonder which way to go, I feel very lost and it seems that silence can be a painful suffering. Sometimes, when I feel that I need to hear someone's voice at this late hour of the night, and there is no reply, I feel alone.Sometimes when I try to make everything okay and make an attempt to gather all my friends together I fail, only to realise that I am no longer a popular person anyone.

Silence wraps me around like a warm cardigan in the winter that gives one heat during those chilly months. Silence takes over me because I find it hard to express myself and my concerns, my worries. After giving them all a listening ear and being their shoulder, I realise that my world is very much 'empty' and in the end, I sit by the lamp writing a blog to confess how silence has become my best friend.


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