WHERE SILENCE HAD A VOICE

Narrow rural road in Maharashtra disappearing into dense morning fog, with a single electric pole and a lone tree emerging from the mist.

WHERE SILENCE HAD A VOICE

A reflective personal essay on silence, introspection, and everyday moments, where familiar places feel different and awareness quietly awakens.

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WHERE SILENCE HAD A VOICE

Narrow rural road in Maharashtra disappearing into dense morning fog, with a single electric pole and a lone tree emerging from the mist.

Out of Nowhere

And out of nowhere, I was standing there.

I looked at my hands.

I looked at my surroundings.

And a question rise quietly—

Where am i?

The Same Road, Not the Same Feeling

Deserted town street during early morning fog, lined with closed shops, electric poles, and wet asphalt road fading into mist.

The thought came to a halt.

I noticed the surroundings, they felt familiar, and yet… strange at the same time.

The road was the same one I walk every single day.

The same turns, the same path.

But it didn’t feel like it.

There Was Silence

And there was silence

Not new, just… noticeable.

Things I Had Always Passed

I slowed down without realizing it.

It felt like the silence rested a hand on my shoulder and asked me to stop.

It showed me the things I had always passed by—

Closed shops.

Broken boards.

A dusty footpath.

And then I heard it.

A dog barking somewhere nearby.

A sound that had always been there,

But one I had never really heard until now.

A lone stray dog sitting on a quiet street in a small town, with shuttered shops and parked bicycles in soft morning light.

This Was All Here

A thought came to me.

This was all here,

All along.

The stillness.

The loud silence.

The words that were never spoken.

Nothing had changed.

Except me.

When Silence Felt Heavy

Silhouette of a man reflected in an old window at dusk, overlooking a busy Indian street below, with peeling paint and warm evening tones.

It reminded me of how I used to look at things—

With curiosity.

With questions.

Without rush.

At first, the silence was harsh.

And It was terrifying.

Why Now?

But slowly, I began to understand what it was saying.

Not in words—

But in feelings

And I was glad it spoke to me.

Memories surfaced.

My childhood.

My grandparents.

Those small detours life once took—

When time didn’t matter this much.

There was another pause.

Another questions.

Why Am I Hearing the Silence Now?

When Something Inside Spoke

That’s when something inside me—JATAYU—spoke.

Not to explain.

Not to teach.

It just showed me the visuals.

And said—

Empty rural road in Maharashtra with a state transport bus parked beside a weathered roadside shelter, surrounded by dry trees and distant hills under a muted grey sky.

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