Silence

Its voice had never sounded so cold. When I first met it, it would whisper in my ears, soothing me, helping me sleep at night. The tales of it scared me, at first. But when I couldn't hear my own whimpers, my cries, I started believing it was my best friend. For it didn't want to hurt me by letting me hear the cruel world. People called it "deafness". I called it "silence of peace". "Silence" for short.

It had my name written all over him. It was a noiseless world and I had the gift of not hearing. I was glad I did. Because I would've broken already if not.

But then people gave me a device- they told me I could hear the world. Silence had always said that sounds were unpleasant; that they were harsh. But I was curious to hear it for just once.

When I heard dogs bark and cats meow, birds chirp and mom talk, I was truly contented. But when the voices ended, I was greeted by the harsh silence again. Its voice was too cold, and it never sounded so.

"My heart? It's as cold as the weather you left me in. You cursed me, and froze me to death." These were the words of silence.

It was then "silence of hatred" and not long after, I came to dislike the silence. We departed, without saying goodbyes and I've never looked back since.

Reviews

[Manu]

Wow, Polly. There is always a certain depth in your writing which I really like. The way you redefined the word 'silence' so beautifully made me really put myself in that person's shoe. I could co-relate those feelings. It is a very optimistic way to define deafness !!
I really liked it.

[Polly]

Aw, thanks so much, Gorthi! I'm so glad you liked this.

[Manu]

your welcome :-) :-)

[Bala Gorthi]

Wow, Polly ! I loved this one. The way you replaced your very own words "silence of peace "with "silence of hatred" shows your word craft. To expect or see something of this level from a girl of your age is incredible.

Our perspectives change with our experiences and awareness and we can no more be fooled once we get that understanding.

I loved the way you presented your idea on silence.

Very well done Polly. Keep it up. Keep writing.

[Alice Poppy]

Man, this is good, I love this take on silence, a deaf person's perspective is very interesting! It's so introspective and really gives an insight on how a deaf person can view silence after they've been granted sound! Look at me, summarizing what you wrote like you don't know, sorry about that! All in all, I love how mature and knowing this sounds, I love how it's all phrased, I love the personification of silence, and I love how, even though I can hear just fine, I can relate and understand the main character. It's amazing. :)

[Polly]

Thank you so much for your kind words, Alice! Neither am I deaf, I just came across a video and it made me write this, haha. Thanks once again. :)

[V]

A different view on silence as I use to have, I find it soothing and necessary at times yet partly, I think this aspect is also shown in your writing. I like to say the silence becomes too loud sometimes, I think this might match your story pretty well. Other than that, your story is well-structured, containing lovable sentences and musings yet at some point, the way you chose to form some sentences reads still a little "unsmooth", maybe, somehow more like a spoken tale.

[Polly]

Thank you for your review, Vanessa! :) I agree with you, silence is sometimes too loud- that's what I thought while writing this. Thanks, once again!

[V]

I'm glad you can relate to my thoughts. You're welcome.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

A short and simple story of unanticipated dearness, ending in separation.
Some stories do no end at one single goodbye. Some things are never meant to end. Some things last forever.

Good work! :)

[Polly]

Thank you, Fahmida, for your kind words. :)