'Cause Pigs can Fly

Kandy. The city of the Temple of the Tooth Relic. Also a city of an amazing lake, nice buildings and too many birds. Not to forget the palm readers, promising you that marriage is just around the corner for you. Kandy. A city of unforgettable memories. Simple yet, awesome times and innocent fun. I've been to Kandy by train before. So going by train wasn't a brand new experience. Yet, it was still a new experience. Three girls, three guys. Six friends. The trip really proved that you may know a person, but you really know them once you have spent a long time together with them. About the people, I realized many things. Speaking to them, talking about various issues. Or just making jokes. Even when we were silent, things seemed to fit in. We weren't pieces of the same puzzle, though we did some how fit in. We had our differences, but differences don't always matter. During the return trip, and for me, this is what I loved the most, one of the group and I abandoned...

Silence. My grandaunt left yesterday and my brother and grandmother accompanied her to the airport. My mother and uncle stood near our gate, talking. I was near our door, enjoying the silence. The house was empty, truly empty and even the night was quite silent. It was eerie and beautiful, both at the same time. I’m a silent person. Not quiet, just silent. I can be quite but I’m more silent than quiet. I rarely talk at work, I rarely talk at home. So much so that I have now been labeled as the silent one. I like it though. I feel like people expect less from me, and people notice me less because I keep quiet. I’m very talkative at times though. I can go on and on for hours. But more often than not, I choose to not be heard, not be seen, and not be acknowledged. Sometimes though my eyes dart around, looking for a listening ear. These are the times that are scary, that I try to avoid. Because sometimes, especially when it’s cold and gloomy, the silence, it surrounds me and it...