bhaskar saikia

There are moments when words fall away — when something stirs so deeply within that language cannot keep pace. I’ve often felt that profound experiences make me silent. Not from the absence of thought, but from the presence of something too vast for speech.

Silence, in those moments, feels like reverence — the body’s quiet bow before what it cannot explain. It’s the breath we hold when dawn touches the hills, the ache when we lose someone dear, or the stillness that follows a realization which alters how we see life.

In that silence, everything speaks.