Silence

Silence. Can communication happen in silence? Have you ever experienced that kind of conversation?

It is quite beautiful really. When you are so close to someone that words seem to emaciate. When you know what the other mind is thinking, how the other heart is beating, how the other soul is suspiring. The silence attenuates the intimacy between the both. This may seem complex at the first thought, but when you experience it, it seems eternal.

And it is even more beautiful when this happens with a stranger. Some one you do not know anything about. Some one, who could for all you know, someone of the kind you would hate. But then in some moment when there is nothing else, only you, that stranger and the silence. There can be a conversation. It is a Magic, isn’t it?

And they shared a similar kind of magic yet they were Strangers. But yet in so many ways they were soul-mates. Silent conversations was the thing they had in common. For her and him to become a ‘them’, they needed those daily few minutes they shared. In silence.

Her company had a splendiferous campus and many thousands moving about in it. It was quite far away from her house. After the hurried mornings, the train journey was quite a relief. It was therapeutic. Almost as much as her favorite therapy, Singing. She boarded the train at 7.20Am every week day. She went straight to the back seat and sat by the window to enjoy her one hour and some minutes of therapy.

And he was always there. Sitting in the window seat at the other corner. Looking out into the world or rather lost in his world. It was his time of peace too. She knew because their thoughts were same or atleast she felt so.

Almost never did they share a word or a smile. But they always knew the other was there. The sense of connection between them was always there, hanging around somewhere in the air. Above the hideous wooden seats, the music, hustling of wind and above all the tadak-tadak of the train.

It was strange nobody seemed to prefer the back seats. Many preferred the first 4 seats or was standing at the entrance. Neither of them had office-friends in that train route. Throughout the journey, daily, they sat there. With each other. Sharing thoughts in a way even they didn’t understand. Only once there was an act of acknowledgment that realized this phenomenon.

He had been missing for a couple of days. Her morning journey in those days didn’t seem normal. Something was missing and her mind searched him in Silence. But stuck in midst of nothing. Like when you are typing fast in your key-board, words flowing out like ink from a pen and suddenly you find some key stuck, not moving.

It was like that. She was there in train. Her thoughts were there. That calmness/stillness was there. But then in between, there was a block. The thoughts bounced back off an empty wall. He was not there to catch them and throw them back, carefully to her.

And then on the third day when she climbed into the train to catch sight of that familiar face, those eyes again, she smiled. To herself. To him. There was a smile and that first acknowledgment of ‘them’. He smiled too.

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She had been trying hard for the transfer. And she finally got it, she was happy. All packed and with all the happiness in the world, she left to home.

Those silent conversations disappeared into silence. Forever.

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