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Stop Talking

'Dont talk too much', is my mom's mantra for me everytime I start from home. Both of us know that it wont happen. I read an article which spoke about the importance of silence. And the article made me talk a lot. Not with my vocal chords but with my mind. It is true that my mind does not stop talking. Not even when I am sleeping. I closed my mouth for a few minutes and started listening to my inner voice. I was shocked. It started even before I woke up. Along with my alarm. It went on and on till I slept and stopped hearing it. It was shocking. If Only i could burn calories for my mind voice. I would be size zero in no time. The article spoke about attaining  inner peace and I never have given a ear to my voice. However tempting, the ten day session was something I could not afford. Thanks to the job commitments and family restrictions. I decided to start my own , silent therapy

I began to spend atleast 30 minutes in a day with me. I listened to me, my needs, my joy, my sorrow, my anger and my mumbling. We always ignore us. We always search for a hold in life. Sometimes the hold is from within. We tend to ignore or turn deaf to our inner calling and look for it elsewhere. This voice is our best critic. We intuitively know a lot of things. The voice is the best judge of lot of things around us. Sometimes it is drained in the noise around us. The answers we look for are hidden depth within us. Sometimes we do not hear it. Maybe because we need to listen more carefully or maybe  we are travelling in the right path. I am searching my answer within. I might not find it. Still Its feels good to listen. Stop Talking and Start Listening

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