You love a dog, a cat or a parrot because you qualify its silence with your thoughts. They express what you intend them to. Their correspondence is as deep as your communication and as warm as you choose to. Silence, in short is a weapon, a lethal instrument and a volcano because it is a universal language.
While the world was watching with bated breath, with prayer on its lips, seething anger in its heart for that braveheart to survive in the medical ward of Singapore’s Hospital, the mutilated soul and the withered body of the unfortunate girl relented and the expected denouement followed. Death caved in.