As a kid i used to ask my mother: "Ammi aur kitna parhayengi mujhe ? Mujhe malum hai 'A' for Apple hota hai." (How much more do I have to study ? I perfectly know 'A' stands for Apple?")
Ammi would say: "Parhai khatam nahi hoti beta."(there is no end to how much you can study.)
I had always stayed away from books. Alphabets seemed funny to me. The weird shape of 'Q' made me inquisitive as to why the 'Q' has to be this way and why can't I invent my own 'Q'. It was later that I was able to break the confinement of questioning the shapes and consequently strode forth to observe the things in broader context. I started questioning the meaning of the 'words'. I realized words are not merely assemblage of alphabets rather they are raw junctures whose meanings are inconsistent. Different meanings for different people in different circumstances and in different contexts. On further expedition I needed to broaden my vision a bit more to make sense of the things. So I started contemplating the 'sentences'. Sentences are trap; you need to be careful as they are volatile. You can say "Get away bitch" or you can say "I've got a beautiful dog in my home and her puppies are beautiful, such that nothing in this world could match her beauty except you; you resemble her quite much and I can't afford to loose you both. Even if you need to go then you can go. I won't stop. I'll surrender myself to this profound devastation of my soul." In situation like this I prefer my destruction in silence. Words are not always the manifestation of your feelings. You can have something in heart and still will be free to utter it by whichever way you desire. You are the master where you can deceive any one through the formulation of your sentences. These formulations are called 'Lie' at times. And now I've trust issues with all those people who speak straight forwardly because nothing can be said in that way. I've a deep reverence for those who talk poetry. I've greater reverence for those who understand the language of silence. That's the real language trust me.
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