...she, whose silence speaks

“Within me,

The silence of derailed trains

Distant rumble of a
Gathering storm

Foreboding of unsettling winds
Traces of unmarked wanderings”

At times, when you meet a few people, you realize that you have a lot in life that you can do…that you have a lot more people who can inspire you…that you have a lot new chapters in life that you need to write.

At times, you do meet a few people who are different, who inspire you to be different…to be just a step ahead of the rest.

I met one such lady today. An actor to the daily crowd, a painter to a few who know her, a photographer to her interests, and an explorer of life to herself, perhaps!

I got to know about my meeting with her late last night from Ashokeji. I was not really over-excited, although I’ve always appreciated and admired her works on celluloid. I guess you feel the worth of something precious, only when you see it! That is precisely what happened today when I met her.

An artiste – she truly defines; an apartment – she surely refines. The walls of her house surround a huge open space that exhibits creativity even as they remain empty. I guess, with the presence of a few people, their surroundings get the fortune of borrowing their features.

Throughout our conversations, all that stood out was her silence. She listened patiently to what we said. She spoke a bit, and again listened patiently to what was being explained. I often wondered if actors were as striking as they looked on screen. My doubts vanished today. The eyes that could capture the mind of any soul on screen are indeed way more powerful in real life.

As soon as our meeting got over, I couldn't stop from telling people about this brilliant human whom I had met today. A few might have understood, a few might have ignored, but all I know is what I felt as I sat and interacted for 30 minutes with a lady, who speaks a thousand words with her silence; a lady who is much more than just being an artiste; a lady who lives life in the search of existence.