Hi all, this came to me in the spur of a moment. It all came out in a matter of 15 minutes, so please excuse the many mistakes and let me know what you thinkJ
The Silence and It's Noise
AarYa OS by desi chic @ india-forums.com
The curtains of her eyes drew over, cascading everything in thick darkness. Everything stood unfalteringly still. Every muscle in her body unfurled as the silence crept through the ocean of noise. Anticipation hitched her breathing, and she released a bubble of nothingness from her chest. Drawing in the next round of life through her nose, she focused her reservoirs towards the decibel of sound waves drowning away. As the air coursed through the vitals of her existence, so to, did the grains of silence. While noise rotted in the fringes of her being, silence roared, taking her like a storm... directly from the roots. She felt it twist through the ends and beginnings of her body, rushing through her in all it's fervour. It was as though the muteness had realized it's own existence for the very first time, and was relishing this new knowledge. With each passing second, it's fervour greatened. Incensed by it's own awareness, the quiet stood tall against the whimpering of the helpless noise. Everything was now burning in the fire of khamoshi, leaving all else foreign, distant... unfathomable. She was in essence, unreachable.
Fear singed a corner of her frozen heart. What if there was no turning back? As panic rippled through her existence, the silence slithered across the mountain of her being triumphantly.
"Aartiji..."
Her eyes flipped open with immeasurable urgency. It was as though someone had reached into her soul and pulled her through a maze of dream into reality. The breaths rushed quickly in and out of her heaving chest. Beads of perisperation lined the edges of her face. Her wild orbs turned their attention to the face that claimed her own. That was when she heard it... the soft, rhythmic beating. As it surfaced through the left side of her chest, the silence became all but a reverie. Stretching her numb fingers, she placed her cold hands against the roughness of his stubbly cheek. The red lining his mysterious reservoirs pleaded for mercy, telling stories of sleeplessness. Encasing the face within her hands, she allowed the seconds catch up to her.
"Yashji..." As the name left her awakening lips, she was hit with realization. If not for his call, she would have been all but a memory... or a figment of the deep imagination. His voice had given meaning to the five-lettered name summing up her identity. If it weren't for it, she would be nameless, insignificant... nonexistent. Pouring herself into this understanding, she buried herself in his chest, uttering a soundless dua of thanks to the one that had made their paths unite.
A couple of startled minutes passed before the thudding noise vibrating from his chest reached hers. Feeling herself enclosed in his reassuring embrace, she shut out every drop of silence, with all of it's noise.
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