The photo by the chest

via Daily Prompt: Unseen

Placed her photo on his chest as the coffin was closed before being lowered. Some stories are better left untold; some memories are better left untouched; some pictures better left unseen.

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Written as a two-line story prompt.

The sound of silence


There I was sitting quietly, lost in thoughts. Surrounded by hundreds of people, yet aloof in a way. Random thoughts swirling in my head like things tossed around in a mid-west tornado. People talking, dancing, music playing in the background. Yet everything felt quiet. It sometimes feels like I just shut out the external world and go deep into my own.

I sometimes wonder, sitting amidst all that chaos, how my mind even does that. One moment I’m sitting there, listening to people talking around me, and then the next it’s all switched off and I’m in my head. It feels like a completely different place. It’s like changing channels on a television set. It’s like switching from watching a channel playing a crappy soap opera to an orchestra playing heavenly music. It feels good. It feels serene. 

I guess some people can just do that at will. It works out well for people like me who tend to be a little towards the introvert side of the spectrum. We cannot process too much information at a time. We need our space. Input tends to become information overload very quickly.

Silence tends to become the best friend. I tend to stare blankly,  sometimes, at nothing in particular. Not necessarily contemplating anything specific, but just staring. I don’t know if many people can relate to that kind of an act. I mean how do explain staring at a wall thinking about nothing. i’m sure it will sound crazy if you try to explain it to somebody. 😀 But then the mind works in crazy ways.


But for me, most of the time, silence is so much more tranquil and soothing in a way. Of course there is music that does that too. 🙂  Silence is soothing, ok got it. but whats with the sound of silence in the title, you ask!!! Well, its like they say for heat, coldness is just lack of heat. Its the same with silence.

Have you ever heard rainfall pounding on a tin roof, from under the roof? And then all of a sudden, the rain stops. Silence, so much so that you can hear your breathe all of a sudden. Thats what it feels like to switch off. Thats what it feels like to sit quietly, lost in thoughts.

Edited in response to the daily prompt as a first attempt – Silence