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Silence is a strange thing.

We are silent when we have nothing to say and also when we know we are perfectly understood.

P.S. : A bigg happy birthday wish to THE EMPRESS OF MANY HEARTS...... Wishing her a great life full of love,laughter and happiness.....


Leo said…
i'm also silent if i know what i speak might hurt the person i am speaking to... :)

a good ism this! :)
Mayz said…
its a virtue very few possess...n those who do possess everythin else
Priya Joyce said…
being silent at times takes also so much pain sum tymes hmm
Jogeshwar said…
The happiest moments in life are usually savored in silence. Nice thought and very aptly put in words. Great post.
Dhanya said…
Reminds me of the song 'You say it best when you say nothing at all' :)

Thousif Raza said…
Good one again, not a punchy as the last one's but good, i liked what leo said too,

take care and keep writing.........
MultiMenon said…
well...well..A superstar is born here.. :D Give me a break now..
:P :D

Justuu kidding!! :D

Ria said…
thats really true!!well said gurl.
PULKIT said…
thought provoking indeed!
Thousif Raza said…
many many happy returns of the day, may she be smiling and may she be always happy

take care and keep writing........
Pri said…
happy birthday wishes to your friend!

its true--silence can at times be one of the scariest of things and sometimes be the most soothing.
it all depends who it is coming from..
The Rat... said…
Silence is a strange thing.

it kills you more than a volley of abuses... ever tried being silent to ur best friend without reason... thats the best torture u can ever shower upon anyone :(

:-) cheerios
lena said…
that is really one wise statement. Guess we will never quite figure silence out. Sometimes we long for it and sometimes it kills us.
Phoenix said…
thank you soo much anwesa :) im so very touched :)
Harshita said…
As always...well said... Silence is magical at times...
silence - wow... i am sometimes surprised by volumes it conveys at times
Vinz said…
am silent when i get emotional..!!

joie de vivre said…
hmm maybe silence is the another sort of connection...
ANWESA said…
yes...we can't put our honest intentions into words and hence,we have nothing to say.

thanks for being here!!!
ANWESA said…
@lil' priya,
yes baby...its painful to be silent sometimes..
ANWESA said…
@jogeswar bhaiyya,
thanks for dropping by!!!!
ANWESA said…
thanks dear!!! i lovd d lines too...
ANWESA said…
@thousif raza,
hmm..last 1 was my fav too :) thanks for dropping by!!!
ANWESA said…
thanks for dropping by...
ANWESA said…
thanks dear!!!
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
@thousif raza,
i just wish her that smile throughout her life :)
ANWESA said…
thanks for the wishes and your observation too...
ANWESA said…
@the rat,
yes...silence is killing at times..
ANWESA said…
yes dear!!!some things can never be explained I guess..
ANWESA said…
the pleasure was all mine!!!
ANWESA said…
ANWESA said…
@abhishek sim, orkut says :well-timed silence is more eloquent than speech.
ANWESA said…
:) :)

:) :) :)
ANWESA said…
coz emotions have no language...
ANWESA said…
@joie de vivre,
yes,it sure is....

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