The start had been done
Yet the journey was still raw
Because the boy didn't know
Where to place the next paw

Words were there many
Thoughts too were plenty
Yet that white paper
Still remained empty

He shared the first post
With his trusted circle of friends
They encouraged him on
They could sense a changing trend

That's when a comment came
It was one of his classmates
Who triggered the journey forward
And opened the flood gates

"Oh, look who's here
Look who's finally spoken
The most silent guy of the class
Is finally being open"

Yes, that was it
That was the next topic
The most silent guy of the class
Was ready to do some magic

So he wrote another post
THE MOST SILENT GUY OF THE CLASS
That was the second drop
In his empty wordless glass

His blog kicked on from there
He wrote many new posts
But he was yet to come around
What he now loves the most

He's still that silent guy
But his pen talks a lot
He may not be that cool dude
But there's a talent that he's got

Yes, even the most silent guy of the class can have many hidden talents.

***

Everyone has a talent hidden in them.
It's just waiting for that kick to come out.

Like that friend did for me, even you can be the trigger to someone's dreams.
It could make their future wonderful.

So, never ever be shy of encouraging someone.
That's the best thing you can do.

***

"The Most Silent Guy of the Class"

A class full of noise, where students are talking with each other and students are shouting to each other. And in the midst of all this chaos, there you are sitting in silence. They have named you the 'silent guy', and you are definitely proving you are one.

So there you are sitting in silence and thinking to yourself  "don't I have anything to say when everyone else has so much to say?". The others start to call you names and tease you, but it doesn't matter you, because you are different. Everyone has their own way of doing things and so do you.

But being different isn't a curse, it's a great thing. Being different in that crowd will make you being remembered by that crowd. Maybe they will remember you as the "silent guy" and not by your original name, but still when they look upon this time in the future, you will be the first to cross their minds.

And so there you are sitting in that class full of noise and thinking to yourself "why am I so silent". You try to console yourself that this is how you are, but you know that this is not the right answer. The thing is that you do not have the courage to speak now after being silent for such a long time. You think what will the others say if you speak now? 
Will there be a surprised look that "look who's spoken" or will there be a satisfied look that "finally you have spoken"?. You cannot predict someone else's behaviour and so you cannot find the courage in youself to change.

You are lost in your thoughts and suddenly everything becomes quiet. You look around and notice the professor entering the class. You are back in your favourite environment of silence and so the thoughts start to come again. You think  "look how everyone has changed themselves in the presence of someone else!"  This clicks something inside you, it makes you proud to think that you do not change what you are because of someone else. You are the same person in and out. And so with this new found self-belief, you focus on the lecture.

You know you will be remembered because "YOU ARE THE MOST SILENT GUY IN THE CLASS.  BUT NOW, YOU HAVE REMAINED SILENT FOR A LONG TIME.."