I recall the launch of a book, “My Daughter’s Mum” by Natasha Badhwar. She addresses inter-religious marriages in her book. A sentence she spoke stayed with me: “There was so much silence around the topic at home that I needed to break it with a book.”
Silence helps us buy peace by sitting on the fence, but there is a cauldron of words bubbling inside you seeking release.
Where do those words go?
Silence on the lips
beneath, words boil and gather,
writing breaks the hush.

“I needed to break it with a book”: I wonder how many books begin this way, with just such a motive?!
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I do not believe it is healthy with too much silence…. with a pressure cooker inside it may explode.
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