bhaskar saikia

There are moments when the world around us quiets down, not because everything is perfect, but because silence itself has a voice. It speaks to us in ways no words ever can.

In the moment of silence, I discovered myself. The noise of life often drowns out the most important conversations—those we have with ourselves. But in silence, there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. It is there I found my reflection—not in a mirror, but in the stillness of my soul.

In the moment of solitude, I understood the world. When the chaos of people fades away and you stand alone, you start to see patterns you missed before—the kindness behind harsh words, the pain hidden in laughter, and the beauty of simple existence. Solitude is not loneliness; it is clarity wrapped in stillness.

In the moment of peace, I understood hatred. True peace is rare; it arrives like a gentle breeze after a storm. And it is then, in contrast, that hatred reveals its ugliness—how small, how fragile it is when compared to the expanse of peace. Hatred is loud, but peace is profound.

In the silence of war, I understood true love. War is not always fought on battlefields; sometimes it is within us, between who we are and who we want to be. And yet, even in that silence after chaos, love emerges—a quiet, steady force that survives despite everything.

Silence is not emptiness; it is fullness waiting to be heard. And when we truly listen, we discover not only ourselves but also the invisible threads that connect us to life, to others, and to something larger than we can imagine.