The Silence Is The Powerful Weapon

By Caroline Sabitha

Two sparrows immersed in their euphonious medley, unrushed the Sun glorified the Cosmos with a streak of positivity and a fresh start. It penetrated through the cracks in the wooden wall, at a local tea shop of Thenkasi Village, landed on her Jhumka making its beads to beam. Her unfurled laughs were alluring than the antique Tamil song the radio produced. Her hand was so involved in jotting down the details given by the grandma, the native of the village. Her eyes shone of delirium, perceived with the brewing process of

herbal tea, concept of her blog.

Tempting cardamom tea feasting their nostril she nodded her head encouraging the grandma. Tucking behind her curly strands she held tight of grandma’s fist who was at loss of words, afraid of the camera that were engrossed on her. Few minutes let passed she waved her hand to the cameraman, taking cue he concluded the session. She typed her head about the completion of the work. While leaving the grandma held her hand, “Though you can’t speak your love speaks louder. God bless you dear.” The girl gestured thank you.

By Caroline Sabitha