Caring Eyes

Enjoying songs and dances in a marriage ceremony. I was asked to sing a song. I replied ‘I can’t sing, I can write’. Everyone laughed loudly as if I made a crime. Humiliated. Disheartened. Left the hall silently and walking away. A soft hand holds my hand from behind and said ‘power of word and silence is superior than the laugh. Not everyone’s cup of tea’. Two caring eyes melted my heart.