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Venkatesh R

Inspirational


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Venkatesh R

Inspirational


The Unstoppable

The Unstoppable

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I was born and got placed in an incubator.

From a world of darkness, I entered the light, happy faces all around. Emotions and funny

Faces tried to impress me with their monotonous behaviors.


Met the souls that shared life with me.

Met the people who wanted to celebrate life with me.

I grew up with time, and my parents as well got matured in no time.

In a routine health check-up, I failed to respond to the movement of hands.


My parents were emotional as the doctor conversed.

Tears were around, with no clue why they cried!

I wiped it from their cheeks as I don't want gloomy, fearful faces.

The only reply I got was a kiss and hugs from my parents that made me special every time.

I couldn't commute to a normal institution.

I couldn't play with everyone.

Some ignored me voluntarily, and others treated me like a plague.

I get stares and curse for being an alien in the attic.

But my parents kept encouraging me they saw a spark that the world couldn't see.


I learned a universal language.

I learned to communicate with expressions.

I learned to read the lip movements.

In an age of technology faceless.

I preferred a more human-style by reading face.


I never heard a horn.

I never heard crackers.

I never heard a bee.

I never heard the spurting oil.

I never heard drops from the tap.

I never hear the rain and in all my inability to hear

I never witnessed a gossip that couldn't touch my precious vibes.


My parents lived as sense, and my eyes and mind worked in tandem, they gave the gesture of sound by being a metaphor.

I sensed the beats that spoke to the wind and devised an app that other sensors could pick up and produce a vibration.


Being dumb and deaf didn't stop me from achieving in life.

Lacking confidence and being a hypocrite is the real handicap.

When there is a will, there is a way to convert your weakness as a strength.


Nature compensates it's up to us to make the best use of it by observing it by being its companion.



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