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Sometimes you can't speak. You find yourself amidst so much happenings, good and bad, that you lose the strength to speak. The words in your head jumble up so badly that you also don't know what exactly to speak. The smallest words like no, yes, okay, thanks feel more difficult than the last novel you read aloud.

But then you can't stay silent for long. You have to answer what happened to you. You have to go through interrogations and judgements. You have to know why this has happened to you and how you are better than so many other people.
This continues for long. For longer than all the time you were feeling worse about yourself.

The banyan tree which promised you to hide from the rest of the world either has died or is so far from you that even to reach it, you need to speak.

Hence, you speak. You speak in the language of lesser loved people. But you speak.

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