Ever visited a storm-stricken place? A place that faced a huge storm just a few days ago or so. There is a profound silence there, isn’t there? Silence full of pain. The kind of silence that deafens you. A silence so loud, that you could almost hear the screams and shouts. And that’s why it’s said, the only thing worse than a storm is the silence that follows it. You look around and you see what damage it created. The broken houses, the dead bodies of people who were too young to die. As you walk by, you can hear the screams of those people, full of pain, begging the gods above to have mercy; the cry of a little girl who just lost her whole family, the tears of the young boy looking at his dead sister. But you know which one was the worst? The worst was the expressionless woman on her knees, not uttering a word. But her silence held so much pain, you could just feel it. Her expressionless face said so much, her dried tears said so much, her eyes said so much. The air is filled with a cursed feeling, the kind that makes you feel sick. And these storms, they are unpredictable just like the storms that life throws our way.
We all have that one devastating storm in our lives. The worst one. The one that still haunts us to this day. The one that made us go numb. That made us fall on our knees, weak as ever. Its impact was so bad that our brains just didn’t know how to react and so, we sit there, not uttering a word, trying to digest what just happened. But you know what the worst part is? You’ll never figure it out. That storm will be a mystery though the scientists will have a hundred possible explanations for it and you’ll carry that nightmare forever, remembering each moment. You will get up and continue walking. The storm will pass, new infrastructures will take the place of the old scrap, but what will remain is the memory of the screams of silence.