My friend called me to inform that his sister died. It came as a shock. She was a very pretty girl, in her early twenties, way too young to die. Life seemed very unfair. I went over to my friend’s house. He needed the consolation and moral support. I could relate with him. But I dreaded meeting his parents. When I looked at their eyes, I knew no amount of words would alleviate the pain. What do you say to them…. that you are sad?…. that you are shocked?….anything that I thought just didn’t seem appropriate then. I didn’t want to offer lip service. So i just stood there without saying a word. Not because I didn’t want to speak….but because I didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes, I stepped out of the room…with a heavy feeling in the heart. That’s when I realised that even though we didn’t say a word to each other, we communicated. Silence actually spoke.