The Silence

It may seem like any other day. I was there in the room with her. She was lying there on the bed. And I was sitting beside her. We both were silent. But today I was more silent for I could not bear her death. She was more like a corpse for she could not bear her life. Her eyes were gazing at me, asking, " Won't there be anyone to talk to me? Even if I don't respond, but please talk to me. At least for now. Please say Peu. You have been here in this room almost confined to me. But hardly there has been a time when we have talked. Rather we have shared silence more. Please speak up Peu. Speak to me. I know you are my introvert child for you have inherited my introvert nature. But still then ...When you become silent, I hardly have the courage to face myself. For I curse my nature to be your being. Whatever, you have to speak up now. I won't be there to bear your silence. Silence is not the solution, my child.

You have to speak up your mind, what you think, what you want, because I won't be there anymore to give you peace, give you solace when you would need them most. Do you remember, whenever you feel like releasing your anger, your agony, your annoyance, you simply cling to me and burst into tears? I would embrace you and protect you from all odds. Even if you fail to say your mind at any place, I was there like a cushion for you where you released your sorrow. But I won't be there anymore. Where will you seek solace? You will face agony, annoyance afterwards, as I had suffered. And like me, you would ever fail to speak up. Now you see how I suffered from deep depression, my child. I never spoke my agony, for I had hardly any listeners. Even you were also dumb and deaf to me at times. So now I don't want you to suffer my fate. You won't live my cursed line. Whatever be the situation don't remain dumb at any time. Just speak.