in the silent corridor was i waiting for the doctor nurses moving and doctors whispering people waiting anxiously outside the lady next to me was serious and so was the old man across so were everyone there gloomy,silent and serious there came a pair of tiny legs toddling towards the bench those pair of twinkling eyes winking at everyone around she blabbered and touched the old man smiled and chattered happily her sweet voice echoed in the silent corridor and in no time the silence was lost lost was the ego of everyone in the sweet cloud of innocence in the middle of corridor danced everyone with the child , children we became.
There is an inner self to everyone. You might speak, speak a lot; but yet there would be so many things unsaid, so many thoughts not shared, so many emotions hidden; well, here I am - where my silence speaks...