Reflections on the Wall

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Sometimes I just keep staring at the wall. It is a witness to my every thought. If the wall had life, it would probably be scared of me because I keep staring at it silently for hours, full of questions, empty of answers.Yesterday, I got a call from an old friend. I heard her voice after four years.The first thing she said was, “You sound different, your tone is different now.”I was confused!Then I asked her again,She did not give a clear answer, just left a silence.Over the years, I have realized one thing: we unconsciously adopt people's words and style. Every person we meet leaves an impression on us in our tone and the way we speak. It's unintentional, it just happens.Their laughter, their words, their silences slowly make a place inside us. And then we change, without knowing when and how this change happened.Perhaps this is the story of life. Our voices, our accents, contain the unsaid words of the people we once connected with.I wonder if my voice still echoes the laughter I shared with those who have gone away, or the echoes of the silences that were hidden between the words. Now, when I listen carefully, I don't just hear my own voice, but I hear the echoes of the past moments that shaped it.That every meeting,every relationship has become a part of my voice.The wall, which listens to my silences, probably understands all this,because now I have also started hearing the stories hidden behind my own voice.