I speak with my hands

Two years ago, one of my colleagues had an argument with the office administrator. An official enquiry was called, and the administrator uttered these golden words – “This man is lucky. I don’t talk with my tongue, I speak with my hands”. (I hope that isn’t what we are invited to write on!)

I have always been shy as a person even though I was one of the best students in my classes. I don’t remember a time in my primary school when I ever addressed a single question to my teacher. The level of my self-confidence could easily be determined by my thundering heartbeat when I had to stand in the front-most row of the assembly, was asked to stand up for reading aloud some lesson in class, or when confronting the entire class for an appreciation standing. This wasn’t the case in school only, but at home as well.

I used to write on newspapers and throw them away so that no one could go through my writings. I never wanted my thoughts to be shared – I still don’t. I just stopped writing!

Then I got admission in a Govt. School where I was equipped with the power to speak and gained my self-confidence and the confidence to gather admiration for my words and to become a success in life.
In my early years, I lacked the courage to speak. Then came a time when I was quoted by others. Now when I want to express my feelings or thoughts I fall short of words – both when I need to speak or write. Describing my feelings in words is no doubt an art for me that I lag behind in, so I avoid speaking with my tongue. Instead, I prefer “to speak with my hands”. This gives me the lenience to be able to find better words to win a greater number of hearts.

Thanks to Asma Ahsan to let me having the opportunity to write here and for reviewing and editing my garbage text
BTW i have already been declared Copy Cat for this act

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