Silent Talk...

I’m often referred to as a loudspeaker or some other unusually loud device! Well, it’s not surprising considering that whispering or even talking softly, is quite alien to me! Anyone who knows me well enough will vouch how true this facet of my personality is!
However, sometimes I feel like my voice is the most vulnerable part of me. I often find it playing hide and seek with me. As throughout my growing up years, even now, any slight or major onslaught of a bout of cold and sore throat often first befriends my larynx, encouraging it to play truant, and quite happily at that!!! Sometimes, stress and excessive crying and distress do it to me too. I go crazy when saddled with a voiceless throat, but it always sets me thinking too. I mean, it’s horrible enough losing your voice for a day, but think about those who cannot speak at all! Some people may have never even heard the sound of their own voices! Imagine going through each day, soundless as they come, with extraordinary resilience and stoicism (at least, in many cases)! Do they eventually get accustomed to their speechless world, resorting to the uses of their other senses and limbs to talk? Or, do they live in a well of constant despair?
I know I despair over the tiniest of losses. Theirs, in many cases, is a loss of a lifetime!