I laid on a couch, and she sat on another couch in silence. Then she had uttered with a mockery smile who is the older? You or Laura?

I had answered "I don't know," and went on during the study period; we had been in the same grade.

The stupid elder women: ooh! I had remembered your birth; I had visited your parents to congratulate them. After six months Laura came to the world.

I was ashamed in her place; she remembered everything even the month, she attended the ceremony. Knowing all but she had posed the question intentionally. Simply to make me down. Since the younger Laura is going to be married next week, and the message was you are the older and not married yet, but the little lady is married. I kept silence, and I looked at my mobile without pronouncing a single word.

Words are killing, perhaps more than a knife. An injury could be forgotten over time. But one hurting word could last for good. Thus silence is golden.