Silence Is The Best Answer Novels & Stories

The soothing sound of water cascading from the fountain was inviting. I walked over to the bench and took a seat. The gentle, rhythmic sound of the water was so relaxing and soothing that I didn't notice myself drifting off to sleep. The weariness of the journey, combined with the peaceful ambiance of the garden, was too much for my tired body to resist.

I frowned. "That game has two choices, it's either you will choose to participate in this game and silence will eat your mind as your brain strated to create another story of your life. Or you will choose the KISS The K means Know everything about the game. The I means Ignore everything that surrounds your life. The first S means Study everything about the game. The second S means Seal everything on your mind. Know, Ignore, Study, Seal, once you choose it, there is a chance you learn about the game. And obviously, you chose the silence. And we're glad that our game works out. " She said smiling so I nodded. "But why I can't I remember anything? I don't remember anything my brain did. Why?" I

someone says. Like get a life, I have been here for more than a month. I think that means I’m not the person they are talking about. “Ash, are you sure you don’t know about the person we are talking about” Minnie Moe suddenly asks me, smirking at me. I continue eating my food ignoring her. “Her silence means yes” a jock suddenly says, chuckling. How ridiculous can you possibly be? “Maybe you’ve not heard that silence is the best answer for a fool also” Katya barks at him.

Her inner self wishing only if he knew how he looked when he smiled maybe,just maybe he would do it more frequently. " beautiful " he whispered

Jahaan se zamaane ko guzre zamaana hua Where the world passed Mera samay toh wahin pe hai thehra hua My time is still there Bataaun tumhe kya mere sath kya kya hua Tell me what happened to me Khamoshiyan ek saaz hai Tum dhun koi laao zaraa You tune someone Khamoshiyan alfaaz hain Kabhi aa gunguna le zara Silence is Alphas Sometimes come lukewarm Desperate to talk Let them say, please come Silences Your mine, silence Silences Draped, silenced Rivers water also flows silently here Lakh silences hidden in moonlight Where are the drops of rain There is a silent smoke in the burning hearts Silence is sky Come on you fly Feeling silent Do you feel Beqarar hain baat karne ko Kehne do inko zaraa.. h

I say with no rise in my voice, as if discussing some weather. The silence is observed for a while. I wait for her to interrogate me, ask me why, or even to try to prevent me from doing so. But she says nothing. She is silent and only listens to the words said. It is an answer in itself, her silence, speaking more than any lecture or protest can do.

But I know he wants me to respond to that! Every time Leon uttered the cruelest words in the calmest tones, a momentary sense of distance passed between my heart and his. It was as if a cold tub of water had for an instant quenched all my lust and sensuality for him. Even if I did not agree with Leon's cruelty, I could not directly disagree with it. In the end, I opted for silence. Sometimes not responding is the best answer! "Tomorrow!" Leon said, breaking the silence, his tone still calm, but not as cold as before.

I used to think silence meant peace. That if the world stopped shouting, I could finally breathe. But lately, silence has been louder than any argument. Louder than Michelle’s lies, or Edward’s fake concern. Louder than Emily’s refusal to meet my eyes. Today, the silence screamed again.

One poorly chosen word. Irreversible. I imagined my hands shaking, my voice breaking, headlines twisting every syllable. My throat tightened. Absolutely not. Silence. Say nothing. Disappear. Let the storm exhaust itself. Silence could feel dignified. Untouchable. Above the noise. But silence could also look like confirmation. The world hated empty spaces. It filled them with its own stories. And right now, their stories were merciless. I exhaled slowly. Silence was both shield and weapon.