There comes a moment between two souls —
when the talking stops,
but the conversation deepens.
You sit in silence.
No need to impress, explain, or perform.
The silence is not awkward. It is alive.
It breathes between glances.
It pulses through fingers not held,
but reaching nonetheless.
In that pause,
you realize:
Love is not what you say.
It is what remains when words bow down.
In a world obsessed with declarations —
“I love you.”
“I miss you.”
“You mean everything to me.”
Presence whispers louder.
A quiet cup of chai offered after a long day.
A patient listening without advice.
A forehead touched with the kind of care
only grandmothers and saints understand.
This is Indian love —
not loud,
but sacred.
The Rishis never posted selfies.
Radha never texted Krishna.
But the longing echoed through lifetimes.
And Meera’s madness made temples tremble.
That is love.
Not performed. But prayed.
Why This Matters
In an age of noise, performance, and validation,
you have a choice:
To love as noise, or to love as presence.
To say everything, or to simply be there.
One will exhaust you.
The other will transform you.
Reflection
When was the last time you loved someone in silence?
And felt more understood than a thousand words could offer?
Copyright © 2025 ansiandyou™ Cover Image by Rakhi Singh
– illuminating the silence of sacred love.Words by Aniruddha Singh
– crafted in silence, shared with love.
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