Khamoshiyan aawaaz hain
Tum sun’ne to aao kabhi(The silences will spesk yo you,
come and listen someday)Day 6 started great. Tousled hair, loose pyjamas, a cup of coffee, gentle rains, a gorgeous view and a lovely book!
And this book took me on an emotional roller-coaster of life and death and made me introspect on a lot of things.
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I'm just a chapter in your life. There will be many more. ~ Gerry says to Holly
There's always one more thing to say and for love, it's all possible. It's a beautiful book encompassing the concepts of life and death and what it means to love someone beyond death. But most importantly this book talks about self discovery and coming out of the shackles of the past.
A beautiful narrative full of the hope for life amidst the looming threat of death, POSTSCRIPT is the sequel to P. S I Love You. These two books together truly bring a closure of the ideas surrounding grief, loss, memories and the fear of being forgotten. This gorgeous duology is a must read!
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And today my thoughts went back to silences. Since I entered this room, I geeel like I've forgotten to speak. Ordering food from the mess, or speaking to my parents are the only words I utter in the entire day. Sometimes the sound of silences are deafeningly loud.
When ww meet our friends in the common washroom, it ends uo becoming an uncomfortable game of maintaining distances without seeming too paranoid and it results in nervous laughs and silences. For someone like me who likes ti talk a lot, silences actually bring in unwanted thoughts.
But my thoughts churn art and so I spared my morning in making something I christened as
Explosions of Creativity
Once this was done with my usual chores, I sst down to listen to sone favourited songs. It's a feeling of bliss to see the littk green hearts light up my playlist on Spotify. The music blends into my day until a Shining star 🌟 drops into my message space. We talk about this and that.
She told about how they screened her with nasal swab test because she travelled from a different state. And I hate swabs, they're too painful and teae inducing. I'm afraid of the end of qharatndand when I'll have to go take the test most probably.
When I told her that I'm afraid, she asked me, "You're not afraid of life, what's a test?"
"I'm not afraid of life ot death fod that matter. I'm afraid of pain," I typed back.
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.durriza obviously never fails as usual to come check up on me and entertain me. Mr Wizard shared his art ajd we chit chatted a bit too. I got news of my other friends who will be returning tomorrow. Can't wait for them to come.
jinnis as usual was being savage on Discord and we had sone nice laugh and encouragement. Amidst all this I completed editing CLOUD NINE and submitted it to the mighty Wattys.
And the day of silences ended with an inedibly hard chicken dinner which made my gums ache.
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In life its sometimes too much chaos and we crave for silences. At ither times when there are silences, we crave for chaos but at the end of the day, fir an INFJ-T like me, silences mean a lot than words. I prefer the quiet of my thoughts, till those thoughts wander too far away.And my today's song is Khamoshiyan
By Arijit SinghKhamoshiyan aawaaz hain
Tum sun’ne to aao kabhi
Chhukar tumhe khill jaayengi
Ghar inko bulaao kabhi
Beqarar hain baat karne ko
Kehne do inko zaraa..(The silences will speak to you,
Come and listen someday,
They'll touch youband bloom,
Invite them in someday
The silences are eager to talk,
Let them speak out their hearts)~~~~~~~~
Day 6 done and dusted. Tomorrow I'll complete one whole week, half of my isolation ☺️. Till then, goodbye!
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14 DAYS DIARY
Non-FictionJust a story about 14 days in Quarantined Isolation due to the CoVid19 Pandemic. This book is more like a musing to try and keep myself positive.