The Silent City (Where Words Are Gone but Colors Speak) -Md Redoan Ahmed

Imagine waking up one morning and stepping into a city where no one talks. Not a whisper. Not a shout. Not even the faint murmur of conversation. Instead, the air is alive with glowing colors, flashing patterns, and hands weaving silent shapes through the sky. This is the Silent City, a place where words have vanished but communication has not.

At first, it feels like walking into a dream. The streets are filled with glowing ribbons of color above people’s heads. Someone smiles at a friend, and a gentle wave of pale blue light ripples from their chest. A group of children dash past, laughter showing not as sound but as a burst of bright yellow sparks. And when two people argue? The air between them shimmers with jagged streaks of red and black.

The Silent City might sound strange, but here, life goes on and perhaps even richer than in our noisy world.

How Do People Talk Without Words?
In this world, voices don’t exist. Instead, everyone is born with the ability to project colors and shapes that float and glow in the air around them. These are not random lights; they’re feelings, thoughts, and intentions turned visible.

Add to that the graceful language of hand signs. A flick of the fingers might mean yes. A spiral of the hand could mean wait. But the real magic is how signs and colors combine. If you want to tell your friend you’re excited about tomorrow’s picnic, you might form the picnic sign while your body bursts into waves of glowing green and golden dots. It’s a sentence made of light and movement.

Friendship in the Silent City
Making friends in the Silent City is like painting a picture together. Children gather in schoolyards, not shouting or whispering, but weaving hand signs and tossing colors back and forth like glowing balls. A joke doesn’t make you laugh out loud and it makes you shine in sparkling orange.

Best friends develop a secret language. Not of words, but of shades and patterns. To anyone else, a swirl of purple and silver might look ordinary, but between two friends, it could mean: Meet me at the tower after class.

And because no one can ever lie with their colors, trust runs deep. A friend’s light always reveals the truth of how they feel. You can’t fake joy when your colors glow heavy gray. You can’t hide love when pink floods the air around you. In the Silent City, friendship is transparent—literally.

School Without Voices
Step into a classroom in this city, and you’ll notice how peaceful it feels. No buzzing chatter, no shouting. Students sit in rows while the teacher paints lessons in light.

Instead of a blackboard, a giant wall glows with shifting colors and symbols. A math problem might appear as glowing cubes floating in the air. To solve them, students move their hands in patterns, rearranging the cubes into answers.

History lessons unfold like a living movie, with teachers projecting shimmering replays of the past. Science class becomes a kaleidoscope of molecules dancing mid-air. And group projects? They look like miniature fireworks as students brainstorm, their colors mingling in the air like glowing paints mixing on a canvas.

But there are challenges too. Without spoken words, explaining something complicated takes patience. Misunderstandings happen when colors blur or signs are too quick. Yet students learn something valuable—patience, observation, and the art of truly seeing each other.

Love in a World Without Words
Romance in the Silent City glows brighter than anywhere else. Imagine walking beside someone you care for, and without saying a word, your colors naturally blend together. Their soft violet merges with your bright gold until the air shimmers in a new shade only the two of you create.

Confessions of love don’t need poems or speeches. Instead, they come as the most honest glow your heart can produce. If you love someone, your light shows it—warm, unshakable, and undeniable. In the Silent City, no one doubts if love is real. It shines too clearly.

The Quiet Truth
At first, visitors from our world might think the Silent City is eerie. Where are the voices? Where are the songs and shouts? But after a while, the stillness feels like a gift. Without noise, people notice the rustle of leaves, the patter of rain, the heartbeat of the world itself. And what about music? Yes, even here music exists—made not of sound but of color symphonies.

Would You Belong Here?
If you were dropped into the Silent City, how would you cope? At first, you might panic, trying to shout and realizing no one can hear you. But soon, you’d learn to feel your emotions deeply, to shape them into light, to let your honesty shine in colors.

Friendships would be brighter. School would be stranger but more magical. And love? Love would glow like a lantern you could never hide.

The Silent City reminds us of something we often forget in our noisy world: words are not the only way to connect. Sometimes, the truest conversations happen without a single sound.

So next time you sit with a friend, imagine what colors you’d shine if you lived in the Silent City. Would you sparkle with joy? Glow with calm blue? Or blaze with fiery red? In the end, maybe we already live halfway in that world—our feelings glowing, if only someone looks closely enough to see.