Silence is the Loudest Sound: A Tribute to My Uncle

It was a typical rainy afternoon. I was back from college, headphones on, lost in my own world.

Then, the music stopped.

I heard crying from the living room. At first, I ignored it, thinking I must have misheard. But the sound didn't stop. It was continuous, piercing through the rain.

I took off my headset and focused. Suddenly, I realized who it was. It was my mother.

My maternal uncle had passed away. 51 years old. A massive heart stroke.

What is more astonishing is that he just had attended a function nearby and was happily going home but who knows suddenly due to a heart stroke he had passed away.

Our Neighbours came on hearing the sound and maintain the situation and after 2 hour we took a cab to head to the funeral.

I reached there and saw his dead body laying over the ground and his wife was crying covering his body.

But the most heartbreaking thing is my grandparents was also there , crying. Watching a parent say goodbye to their child is a tragedy no one should ever witness.

He was the eldest.

He was too close to me. During vacation I used to spend time in their house. During winter we 6 families cooked together, enjoyed and had a good family time.

I realized I had never recorded him. I assumed he would always be there.

That regret is a heavy thing to carry. In our digital age, we take thousands of photos, but how often do we capture the sound of the people we love? The specific timbre of their laugh? The way they tell a joke?

I built Vibesy because I missed his voice. I don't want anyone else to feel that same silence.

Rest in peace, Uncle.