I believe that silence has many forms and interpretations. Silence is not a void in itself. Black, the absense of any other colour, is also a colour. Silence changes itself according to the context, the mental state of listener, the verbal expression of speaker and the words or events that precede it. Silence is very disturbing or even killing most of the times, but sometimes it is also a beautiful thing. People, almost all of us feel it, recongnize it and even interpret it.

Sometimes silence is present in the air. It becomes visible and you can smell. Many times, it is difficult to identify its source; how did it suddenly occupied the whole area and in many cases, the whole room or house. Silence intensifies the fear and creates a gruelling desire to overinterpret the preceding events, which seem to have triggered it.

Although silence is normally observed to be quietness, which prevails long enough to be recognized, it can also be a noisy stretch of its previous expression. I don't know how many people will agree with me, but I have also confronted silence in music and in words. In music and words, silence is just the stretch of the previous expression. Nothing new gets added, but the same thing goes on. Its like playing the same chord for a long time on keyboard, or speaking the words that are different but keep the meaning of expression at exactly the same level. Those extended notes and stretched words are as good as if they were not there. That music and words are silent, not in their form, but in their interpretation.

As we grow, I have observed that silence in our lives gets longer. I would like to relate the presence of silence in one's life with one's mental expression of not being sad. The beauty of this concept is that it does not depend upon the sensitivity of an individual to feel that silence. If you don't find any silence in your life, may be you are very happy, or you are too busy to observe it. In either case, you are not sad. Sometimes, we can't hear silence, and sometimes we safely ignore it. It's easy to ignore things than to solve them. It's a human trait. Laziness is a one-word for that expression.

Finally, the only way to stop silence is to kill it rather than solve it. Just ignore it that it was there and try to diminish its effect. Interpretation of silence ignores the hidden facts, which can only be revealed by talking...

Well, I have nothing to write. Nothing, that can really make sense or even accomplish itself as a truth, something which prevails and proves itself again and again over time. I have seen my dreams scrolling by, trying to contact me only when I am asleep, a time when I am lost in a world where I have no controls. I am confused deep inside in my core, with an expression of frustration.

Now, I am curled up in my bed, with temperature set at 25 degrees and a laptop in my lap, I am typing as if I am expressing my desire to speak to someone. This world has digitised itself to such an extent that we have a tremendous confidence in it, and we feel so close to it that we prefer writing our