Monday 15th June 2018

by Siddharth Soni

Wonderful people are often disguised, and the ones that appear apparently wonderful are demons. Making masquerades of being false and insincere, tending to remain silent and flouting your statements – Those that you think ignore you because they do not care, and rest of those that burn your skin with bitter criticisms. They are actually the people that deliver a human being inside you, and ironically, the ones that always appreciate you are your worst enemies. I do not endorse being cynical towards people that applaud you. But it is wise that we remain conscious in the world of cut-throat competition, where overriding one’s perfection by deception is truth. Have a look at this Case Study:

I remember a silent girl in my childhood classes. So silent that it was an excellent chance – you’d find her mute through out the day. Her name doesn’t remain a question because I have a deeper thing to explain. I used to think, so assertively that she is weak, feeble and rather self-doubting to make a standpoint and speak. And I watched her climbing through the stairs- she’d often walk slowly alongside the wall, her hairs dressing white as it touches the gritty white wall. But she would not bother. Her slow steps would be the last to climb the bus, But she’d not bother. Other girls of her age played with sand and mud, jumped, hopped, skipped and made hysterical noises. Laughed like the hairband steam engines and ran. But she would damn!- ‘Not Bother.’

So I concluded that she is too little vibrant, and not worth watching because the only interesting thing she would do was Play with her own fingers. And like I said; Wonderful people are often disguised. She was that dwarf little girl who would never cater to anyone’s statements. But it is universal truth that -

“People that are verbally silent are infinitely vibrant, those that are infinitely vibrant are abstract. And those that are abstract are artists, because Art is the birthplace of abstract expressionism.

And one day, I accidentally discovered a beautiful painting in the basement of the school’s campus. Decorated with spider’s cobwebs.

“Because she did not speak with sound” I thought, speaking to myself, shocked and muted: “She spoke with art.” ((And I smiled at my defeat))

Life is unpredictible. But predicting it remains the most interesting game of my life.

Love,
Siddharth

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4 Responses to “The Silent Girl”

  1. Lacy says:

    Pretty good post. I just found your blog and wanted to say
    that I’ve really enjoyed browsing your blog posts. In any case
    I’ll be subscribing to your feed and I hope you write again soon!

  2. Raman says:

    Thanks for sharing Siddharth. Your writings are so pure, they feel like heaven

  3. Kathy says:

    Siddharth, you have the essence of a wonderful writer. I have never seen someone writing wonderful quotations so naturally.

  4. sid says:

    That was a wonderful post. I will be subscribing right now.

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