They say silence is unbearable. I don’t agree with them. Silence is bearable, what’s not bearable is the thoughts that it contains. Make peace with the thoughts and silence will be your long-known friend.
I had been sitting amicably in quiet since a while, before he spoke.
“Smiles, are terrible.” He said.
“Why do you think so?” I asked, knowing his uncomfort.
“One smile hides, like, thirty two sorrows behind it.” He threw his hands wildly in air to show his frustration about it.
I smiled, and he frowned out of his temporary hatred towards smiles. “They are also beautiful, you know,” I said.
“Oh really,” He said, mocking me.
I turned my head to look at him, still smiling comfortably in silence.
“Will you stop smiling?” He raised his voice.
I laughed heartily and said, “Ask me why, and I will.”
He looked at me like how someone looks at a crazy person and asked, “okay, why are smiles beautiful?”
“Because, one smile can hide, like, thirty two sorrows!”
For a brief moment I stared deep in his eyes. He was dumbfound, never having expected this. So I turned my gaze away like a winner. He sat there, again in silence. I guess this time it was not uncomfortable though.