Lesson of Silence - Story

His mind was conjured with thoughts, mashup of different songs he might have heard in the day. It had been almost an hour with the power cut that forced him to sit in the scary silence; absolutely alone in the dark room. He felt he couldn't take the force of his mind anymore. He got up to move towards the main room, guessing his way through the dark.

Walking in the corridors, he paused in front of his shrine. He looked at the partially lighted room due to the small oil lamp still lighted in front of the image of Devi (goddess). Still lighted, that is one whole day for that small lamp. He entered the room observing the silence. His attention shifted to the deity. He carefully observed the dark face shining golden in the diya's light. The noise in his head slowly vanished in his keen observation. 

After a very small moment, he came back to the realization that he had bent a little ahead towards the image. When people had called you a 'possibility', I worshiped you. Why do you defer to see that? Why do you throw me aloof at times? Why do you his thoughts paused. He stood there in absolute silence doing nothing.

Spontaneously he grabbed the ghungroos (dance bells) and tied them to both his ankles. His heart felt a strange liking to dance and sing in devotion. He wouldn't stop it. 

Tam tatajhanu tak tatajhunu tak tatajhunu tak tak dhimmi

Tam kitakajhunu tam kitakajhunu tam 

The walls had the shadow of the boy dancing; his feet tapping the floor with gracious and fast movements and his hands showcasing mudras that depict the glory of the goddess. 

From distance, an old woman looked at her neighbour's home window. She wouldn't be so heinous to peep in her neighbour's business. Although, she couldn't take her eyes away from the shadow of the dancer that started to appear to her like the dance of the Goddess herself. She analysed the whole act of the dancer and had herself learnt the lesson of silence.