Unspoken words are comfortable until silence becomes deafening. (Caption) Even the rusty iron gate reminds me of you. So do the cracked wooden benches. I'm beginning to start my day thinking about you. And end my nights pleading with Him to place you in the second row of fourth classroom, the next morning. Despite knowing, my plea is doomed to indifference, I keep repeating. Silly me! I find my voice chock-full of uneasiness and joy while uttering your name. Right now, as I swallow a lump of longing along with saliva, I try not to shudder. Will I feel better if I chew every breath of yours instead of inhaling mine? I wonder. Maybe. Maybe not. Is it your absence that's enshrouded me like some tangible void? I mourn like a bereaved lass. I blabber. I wish to end these misunderstandings. If we break the chain of spoken silences, I guess, I'll get clarity. Unspoken words are comfortable until silence becomes deafening. They infused energy and hope in me, till your gaze was loud and your concern vivid. Now, everything is blurred. That's why I seek alms. I demand for words. Conversations. Letters. And... _/\_
