*Opens the letter*

Dear words,

We are social being right? And the thing that affects us the most has never been discrete from our field of knowledge. After all this year of living, yeah I know its been not much just barely 19, still its a big deal. But the thing i have observed alot lately is, 'words' ever since anyone is born the first thing that newborn is encountered with is 'Words' and thus, those words mould the sense of togetherness into relationship.

It doesn't matter how? But we have had a deep connection with anyone through our language either it's a verbal or sign. But its crucial.  Afterall without communicating how can anyone convey feelings? There must be mean right?

Thing is, word matter but only 'theirs' who we hold dear to us. It may sound pointless because I have my eyes and ears keen on everyone, doesn't matter it's a family or a stranger or friends and thus, it has lead to great pleasures and pains. I wonder how it would feel to be a deaf?

Maybe, just maybe it wouldn't hurt.

But hey! There's a way through it right?

Isolation.

Yeah, that fascinates me. Honestly ALOT. So i did, I tried to be a passerby to everything, any advice and humiliation, embarrassment everything. Precisely just pretended to be a deaf and to my surprise it worked, but I wasn't able to pull this off because I practiced it.

It came always natural. But had a price for it. Loneliness. Not a big price to pay, so it was cool and i later came to know its natural for me to stay like this. Cause i am accustomed to this now. For long time.

Wonder why though?

But how can fun can last? Not really fun but anything. Especially in this world of virtually expansion. To feed my space, I leaned towards new habit. Good ones. Reading, writing. Again  'Words'.

Scary in the start but seriously this time it was fun because they weren't for me. I realized words can be moulded into good and bads with times, to muse sometimes, and to assassinate sometimes.

Books been a great friend, and it literally resembles me. Full of words but yet silent. Lot to help and care but only when someone asks for it.

Later on, it comes to meeting new people, dad always poked me to communicate more, me being a super class introvert who was even scared to ask permission to go washroom because everyone's eyes gazing on me. 

THEY asked me to socialize. Again 'Words' brought a never ending cycle of pleasure and hurt. But favor the latter.

But brought some very beautiful experiences too. New friends, virtual. Very fancy though.

For a person like me you (words) were easy to handle for me when it is/wS virtual. Really never felt like I'm talking. Just felt like writing things. But who knew this writing would bring replies too.

Well of course it would since this writing was done for people in order to communicate but yeah still.

Some replies were heartwarming and some were burning, hurtful and killing but endurance was what I've learnt all this time but i ask you one this 'word'.

Why you change so suddenly from the same person you came to me from. Yeah, I know you were polite to me in start when we encountered though mediums but why to be rude and awkward now?

Probably it's useless to blame you cause you're not your own master to speak, but you still hold a responsiblilty to not tear down someone even from whom you came.

Yeah, but still i can't blame you, can i?

You're crucial.

Once you used to say to 'stick by my side' , through someone's else, now says ' i dont have anything to say'.

Its sad. But its you.

Am sorry if this essence of words of you, yourself hurt you. It's just my art of moulding of you, just to communicate which i never though i would.

Regards,

Ash.

**closes the letter**
With regards,

Address : Inside mind, way through heart.