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"Listening to the silence" or "Silence speaks" may be quite philosophical to many but there lies a bit of prosaic rationale in the phrases. When in a useless banter with a friend, I gave a cheeky reply of "your silence has told me everything", I got back giggles across a jocular inquiry "Have you started listening to the silence?" There in my jest to have the last laugh of the banter, or to come up with a cheekier reply, I was transported back to a night before, when I was standing in my balcony, witnessing an ornamentation of the surrounding by dense white fog everywhere.  It was past midnight and I came there for no other reason than to prolong my being with myself, a soothing possession I earn after a day long artificiality and haphazardness in office; before I battle on bed with the undulating thoughts of insomnia. It was a silence unforeseen in this city, it was a silence of vacuum, it was a silence even villa...

Sane India’s saner leaders on one platform, mooting hard, focussed  on one big issue – why so many rapes? The question trickles down their sagacious wit quite differently. Some perceive it as – why girls ask for rape? Still some – why rape and kill both? And, still some – why make such a fuss? But, they all brainstorm, very hard, with strained eyebrows, with maturity dripping from white moustache of one to Ottoman styled beard of another. One leader with protruded eyes comes up with a theory titled “Overstepping of Lakshman-Rekha ”. A big section of group rejects it. Anther one with walrus moustache brings his “India rape, Bharat is safe” theory. Half of the group condemns it. Then an old man, his head wrapped in a dusty turban of patriarchy, speaks of a hypothesis, he smugly named it as “Chowmein is it!” Leaders choose to remain silent as this turbaned guy is notorious for banning cell phones and love marriages. Then out of sheer pressure of not having spoken as yet, ...