THE SOUND OF SILENCE

I think a lot about the way my mom made me feel.

Not in the big, dramatic ways. Not in the loud “I love you” moments. But in the quiet ones.

Like when she played music and I danced in front of her, feeling completely free.
Like when she sat with me at night and taught me the Hanuman Chalisa, making sure peace was something I carried inside me.

I think she knew. She knew I would need it later. That I would need to learn how to be at peace within myself. That one day, when she wasn’t here anymore, I would need to be my own safe space.

And I see it in my brother too. He needs his own moments of silence, his own pockets of stillness. Maybe that’s why I got into meditation. Maybe that’s why I crave moments where the world stops spinning so fast.

I miss her. But I think she left something behind for me. A way to be still. A way to be okay.

And I carry that with me every day.