How do a few of us hide the entire world of sorrow within ourselves? I have known a friend who never let the sad part of theirs be known to us all. One fine day he called adios. It is difficult to find what was going on?

It surprises me how behind the broad smile, the silence, we hide all our pain, anger, or the inability to express. I wonder if even the psychiatrist would find it.

I am more scared of someone’s silence than their shouting.