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silence is one of the strongest weapon dat cud ever b used... it can hurt u more than a zillion words, torment u, torture u, beyond ones imagination. they say "cold wars" are more deadly than ones on the battlefield.

but silence is beautiful...some old chap had said ages ago..." SILENCE is Golden" dunno abt Golden, never been able to associate a color wid silence, but its mysterious n enchanting nevertheless.

jus succumb urself to it. Its addictive, its like a whirlpool, or a vortex, it drags u deeper n deeper in it n u fall in love wid it.

have u ever tried practising silence. yeah practise absolute silence---silence the voices around u, silence ur thoughts, emotions, brain....u'l know wat i mean if u hav the patience to try it out. trust me u wil hav a great experience. its like startin afresh, with a clean slate. it feels great!!!!!

Silence is a fren that will never desert u. the depth of silence reflects the depth ur intellect is able to reach. ur ability to connect to silence gives ur ease to connect wid everytin else.

Silence is the language of all those who can speak widout words. its the language one speaks wid d " Soul of the Universe". its wat u say even when u are not sayin. its the pause between one n two. its wat distinguishes mind from the soul.....for while mind speaks our language, the souls speaks silence!!!!!!
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