Let's see what he was talking about that day... Ah yes, "Visual Silence" a term I had looked so hard for, but couldnât find, not in a book or a web page, not until a lecture delivered by our history teacher. It is not an official term, at least in the context of our conversation. It was around those days, some years apart. Was it early October? Or was it the mid? Was it October at all? Was the party over or was it starting? These things remain as uncertain now as they were unimportant then. The important thing was, that he was talking to me. He wanted to see me again. His name could conjure up a thousand images in my mind then. Today, I canât even picture his face. What did he look like? Of course, I know the factual details, his height, complexion, the color of his eyes. But I canât remember the way his eyes would react when I teased him, or the way his mouth curved when he smiled, or the way his lips parted when he laughed, the way his Adamâs apple moved when he swallowed, the way he would hold his cigarette or give me a side smile when he was about to tease me. He did all of those things in his own way, I have told myself these stories so many times that I know them like the table of two, at the tip of my tongue but not all the way into my heart anymore. And yet they're still there. Everything, as if it were yesterday. Paradox? Maybe. But why is it still here after all this time? Why can I still feel the chill in the air but not his warmth, as I talked to him that day. The conversation had moved to "Silence and Understanding". I remember the silence but where is the understanding? "What it means to look at someone and 'Know', without either of you uttering a single word", he was saying. I can still hear the people in the background but not his voice, the song playing on the cafeteria speakers but not the sound of his breath. The merriment of a party, but not the sound of the fading smile in his voice. Was it before or after the party? And now I remember, it was the mid of December, It was a cold, dull day. I saw the dog running astray. Then he turned to me, and I could so well see, The mischief in his eyes, in an innocent guise. I said, "Let him come", and you began to hum. The dog came close, even closer came his nose. It was cold and wet, but you lost the bet. "I told you, I wasnât afraid", oh the face you made; You gave me the money. Was that day sunny? Do I still remember, that cold and bleak December?
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