Aarav arrived carrying silence,
not because he had nothing to say,
but because the words he knew
did not belong to this place.
A foreign land.
Unfamiliar faces.
And a language that turned
every simple moment
into a wall.
Inside those walls,
he stood apart,
not out of choice,
but because understanding
felt just out of reach.
Eyes searched for meaning,
hands tried to explain
what words could not.
Loneliness has many forms,
and sometimes
it sounds like being unheard.
Then compassion arrived quietly.
No questions he couldn’t answer.
No pressure to explain himself.
Just patience,
the kind that listens
even when language fails.
A blank page was placed before him.
Colours followed.
And for the first time,
he was told without words:
“You belong here too.”
Brushstrokes became his voice.
Lines carried what sentences couldn’t.
Each shade held emotions
that had travelled far
to finally find space.
What began as silence
slowly turned into expression.
What felt like isolation
softened into connection.
Today, when he paints,
he speaks a language
everyone understands,
one of effort, dignity, and hope.
The journey continues.
The barriers still exist.
But compassion built a bridge
where words once failed.
Soul Sunday reminds us:
Sometimes, understanding doesn’t need translation,
it only needs humanity.
