It was silent. As always. I guess I had understood its language back when he visited my den for the first time. It was a casual 'Hi how are you' meeting. And was kind of cute. We did a lot of talking about almost everything. I was never a good speaker. I still believe so. But I was and am a good listener. I don't remember exactly what we talked about but it was warm and comforting. I remember more about something silent that happened that day. In between those words of casual talks, there were those silent stares every now and then. Maybe it was my imagination but it felt so real. So real that I'm kind of stuck with it even today. And it feels comforting even now. We didn't keep in touch regularly. Maybe because we never had so many words to share and exchange. I always wanted to speak to him but could never find the right words. Or maybe the time was never right for the words. Although I hardly believe in anything right or wrong with time, it sure was not the ...
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown