THE STORY OF THE YOUNG GIRL WHO NEVER SPEAKS

I once had a friend a very sweet friend who had a sweeter voice that never spoke. Apart from the two girls from the nearby city she was the most beautiful girl in the class. With the two long braids hanging down in unison she used to sit there in the first bench right in front of the door.

She used to come in a little red cycle that she parked a foot away from the remaining ones. She always came to the class in silence, sat in silence, listened to the classes in silence, had her lunch in silence and finally left in silence. Thus unknowingly, the word silence had become a part of her life and whenever she entered, “silencer”, the class used to utter in silence.

That day was the annual day of the college. Everyone was bubbling with excitement and yelling in joy. The class suddenly went mum when Miss Silencer went onto the stage. But for the daily answering for the attendance, no one had ever heard her speak. The air was filled with anticipatory looks and eager ears strained to hear even the slightest word that would be made by her.

And then she sang! She sang like a nightingale that could ease all your tiredness. She sang like a breeze that could enter the deepest corners of your heart. She sang like a drizzle that is precious than a tears. She sang of the days when she was the most talkative girl of the family. She sang of the day when she was dragged into the depths of darkness. She sang of that day when she was silenced forever. She sang of that day when she was assaulted by her own uncle. She sang and she kept singing.

Tears kept rolling down her face and so did from the hearts of her audience. The plight of her heart was brought into the spot light. She sang in fury of the day when her mother silenced her from speaking out. She sang her heart out and now she sang of freedom.

Of the freedom to live and of the freedom to speak she kept singing and singing. The power within her rose like a volcano and emitted the lava of tears thus burning the long hidden sour memories of her heart. She sang and she sang and the voice behind the silence drenched the entire area in joyous floods thus sinking the bonds of sorrow forever and ever.