It was the first day of college. A new city, unfamiliar faces, and a thousand questions swirled in Arjun’s mind. Hailing from a small town, he found himself lost in the chaos of the buzzing campus. His bag hung loosely over his shoulder, his steps hesitant, and his eyes—curious and searching. As he walked through the corridor, his eyes fell on a girl sitting quietly in a corner. While everyone else was talking, laughing, introducing themselves, this girl remained completely still—like a statue carved out of silence. Arjun slowed down. Something about her pulled him in.
The Language of Silence - Part 1
It was the first day of college. A new city, unfamiliar faces, and a thousand questions swirled in Arjun’s Hailing from a small town, he found himself lost in the chaos of the buzzing campus. His bag hung loosely over his shoulder, his steps hesitant, and his eyes—curious and searching.As he walked through the corridor, his eyes fell on a girl sitting quietly in a corner. While everyone else was talking, laughing, introducing themselves, this girl remained completely still—like a statue carved out of silence.Arjun slowed down. Something about her pulled him in.> “Who’s she?” he asked the boy ...Read More
The Language of Silence - Part 2
(To fully understand this story, you must read Part 1 first. What follows is the next step in a that begins with a girl’s silence…)Life had started to shift for Arjun — a new city, unfamiliar faces, and now… a growing curiosity: Avya.That first morning in college had stirred something inside him. The silent girl, the one everyone called "strange" — Arjun had seen her differently. Not with judgment, but with a quiet urge to understand.That evening, sitting in his room, Arjun opened his diary and wrote:> “Today I saw a girl… She didn’t say a word, yet it ...Read More
The Language of Silence - Part 3
Some stories don’t unfold slowly — they unfold very slowly.And the characters in those stories are often the ones silence bothers everyone — yet no one ever tries to understand them.For Arjun, Avya was no longer just a curiosity — she had become a feeling.An incomplete poem,an unsung melody,a broken picture…that now wanted to be colored again.---It was a Friday in college. The weather was slightly chilly. After classes ended, everyone was busy with their own groups — and Arjun sat alone in a corner. That’s when Anvi came running.> “Arjun bhaiya! Didi looks really upset today. She’s sitting ...Read More
The Language of Silence - Part 4
To understand this story fully, we highly recommend reading the previous parts. Each part adds a layer of depth emotion you won’t want to miss.And now, presenting Part 4 of The Language of Silence...The college morning was just like any other — same classes, same crowd, same friendships, and the same cliques. But Arjun’s morning felt a little different.He felt lighter today — because Avya had started spending time with him. She still didn’t speak, but now she didn’t run away in silence either.It was a new beginning — unspoken, unwritten, yet powerful in its own way.The garden area ...Read More