Thoughts of Satyaharishchandraa

  Silence between Us When Silence Becomes the Loudest Sound There is a kind of silence that feels heavier than noise. Not the peaceful kind, but the one that lingers in the space where a familiar voice used to be. Routine makes us accustomed to small things, a call at the same hour, a message lighting up the screen, a conversation that never feels forced. But when that rhythm is broken, something shifts. The absence isn’t just felt; it echoes. A Call That Never Came The phone stays still. The screen remains dark. There’s no ring, no familiar name appearing on the display. Just a missed call that was never returned. The mind starts questioning, Was it something I said? Are they busy? Or is something changing? It’s not about obsession, not about dependency. It’s about the void left behind by a voice that once felt like home. The wait turns into a silent conversation with oneself, searching for answers in an empty space. Not All Silences Are Equal Maybe it’s just a delay, or maybe it’...