Her parents say that she was born talking.
Then she discovered writing
English grammar compositions
Stories and poetry
Letters and emails
Chats and instant messaging
SMSes, Orkut scraps
Resumes and reports
Then she stumbled onto blogging
And anonymous posting
Even editing and deleting
And much later, private publishing
But silence is yet to be learnt.
When I got tagged in the 55-word story thing, I thought “Oh, help”. Having managed a couple though, I’m hooked….it is tremendously satisfying…just the sort of creative challenge I was looking for. Since I’ve already tagged people, I’ll leave this open to whoever wants to pick it up. You know…
You learnt to float, she yells,ducking under him smoothly.When she surfaces,he’s walking on the water.Away.
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
“Have I changed?” He was older, heavier-set, slightly balder. Success adding an unshakeable tower of confidence to the foundation of arrogance that he had always possessed. She took all of this in before pronouncing her verdict. “You’re Jack, ten years later.” “Better or worse?” Ten years was a long time….
A phone crash made me realise just how much friendship has become equated to customer services.
Busting some myths that brand managers believe about social media
Silence must be heard? 🙂
Spams! Silence shall be discovered the day you start getting spams!deathly, eerie silence!
@ S: 🙂 Gilded only, perhaps?
@ Rambler: It doesn’t. Read again.
@ Brad: “…..”
Why!
I am not so sure, silence has anything to do with words?.
awww….but experiencing her lack of silence is striking gold..