I am good at talking. I am good at winning. You don’t stand a chance infront of me. I can beat your arguments with my logic. I feel good. But off late I am a bit uncomfortable. When I am alone I hear a voice from within. There are no words though. It’s quite disturbing. It cuts me into half. I guess it’s my conscience speaking. It knows my motives. I try to counter but unable to defend myself. I feel naked. It’s tough right now but I am learning to practice silence.