Silences. Isnt it in these moments of silences interspersed between broken words, that we actually talk? Where my tongue runs out of words to tell you what it feels like, my silence steps in. Perhaps we should have our own language. Our language of silences and hummings, with words acting just as pauses in between. And when that silence steps in, I listen to the cars that pass by in your city, the rattle of the plates in your kitchen and all of those small sounds around you, and feel like I'm living it myself. I could keep doing that for hours. Listen to your life without the unnecessary interruption of our voices, and feel like I am in it, here at the other end of the line. I smile, ecstatically. Maybe you can see it. I dont know.
I touched Principal
A news about my blog was given in Indian Express news paper. It was on 8 th September, the day my school was reopened. It was a nice day I went to school with the news paper. I showed it to my friends .All of them congratulated me . I showed it to Roshan, he said ‘ it might be some other child in your same name ’, I said that the picture which I drew during the ART period was there in the news paper When the bell rang, I showed it to my class teacher. She congratulated me she then passed the news paper to so many teachers. Then some how it got in my headmistress ’ s hands. After some time my class teacher told me that my headmistress called me. I thought it was to scold me. Iwas really scared. When I entered the room and went near her the teacher took my hand and congratulated. She was very happy T Then our Headmistress took me near my principal. We got inside the room. Our Father was also there. She showed the paper to them and introduced me to ...
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