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How much of silence is golden?


I got this forward on Whatsapp recently, which I got time to browse through only this evening. Nothing much got registered up there, and I instantly forgot about it. You may now wonder what has prompted me to write about it...

When to be silent... was the forward. I went through the same again, this time with total concentration. And I was not wrong by being silent. I could now connect well, and someone's reputation was at stake. Nor did I want any fame. And I'm not a publicity monger either. So I was absolutely right by remaining silent.

I prefer doing many things in silence. And when done, I don't like to beat the trumpet or even take any credit whatsoever small or negligible. I get full satisfaction that I have done my duty; and done it on time. Without anyone goading me or reminding me several times about my deadline. But that doesn't mean that I should not get my due. Though I do not strive towards earning laurels, I think I deserve a small acknowledgment or a one-word praise for all the efforts I put in.

The buck does not stop here. Silence is golden, no doubt. But am I remaining too silent? For too long? Is it true that only crying babies get milk?

I've now reached a point where laurels don't matter. I know I'm doing my duty without caring for the returns. It's my conscience that often speaks, and dominates my thoughts and actions. And I'm glad I listen only to my conscience.
Queen of Questions

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  1. sujatha3 May 2016 at 20:56

    Dear Queen, ur last sentence says it all. Always follow ur heart. Love urself first. That way, u know u have done justice to the gift that is ur life.

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