SILENCE HAS SO MUCH MEANING
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When I was young I was taught by my elders that I should keep silence, when I am in School as it is said,"Work hard in silence let your success make the noise",
In Place of worship ,as it is said "We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness" as God is the friend of silence,when elders are talking and teachers are teaching I was taught to keep Silence to show them Respect..It was actually a word to show Discipline but as I grew up I realised it has depth. Silence is not only to keep quiet and show Respect but also used to express alot of emotions like Pain,Anxiety,Love,Grieve and anger
You have a lot to Say but have no words to Express your feelings,So you remain Silent.You have a Lot to Say but no one can understand your words so Silence is Golden.You are going through Pain,anger and Anxiety But you cant Say ,So you remain Silent.Silence means alot and it is said that the Person who understands your Silence will definitely understand your words...
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