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A born screamer - how my voice has changed!!

 Today’s Writing Prompt: When was the last time you screamed and why?

This blog is going to be in four parts.

Part 4

The original prompt was exactly that — When was the last time you screamed and why?

Hmm, that’s not a hard one to figure out.
I scream a lot — several times a day, in fact.
People often say I don’t have an indoor voice. I’m always loud. I laugh loud, argue loud, cheer loud. I suppose I was born a screamer.

But things have changed as I’ve grown older. So I changed the question to:

Screaming then vs. now — how my voice has changed

I’ve always been loud. As a girl in 70s India, that was my quiet rebellion — to never be quiet.
When I was younger, my screams were raw — all fire, no filter.
I would shout back at rules, family, injustice — anyone who tried to box me in.

My father encouraged it. Never shrink, he said. Never whisper when you can shout.

Now, my scream has grown up with me. 

It’s softer (questionable) sometimes, but it cuts deeper. It knows when to thunder and when to hum.

It’s the way I speak up for myself and others.
It’s not just my volume anymore — it’s my choices, my boundaries.

 It’s the way I choose to be heard — sometimes with words, sometimes with silence.

It’s in my stories, my laughter, my stubborn hope for a better world.
I’ve come to accept that not every scream needs to shake the walls — some just need to remind me I still have a voice, even when I choose not to use it out loud. Holding back doesn’t mean I’m weaker — it means I trust my silence to speak for me when noise would only drown out what truly matters.

I am still the girl who was born a screamer — just wiser about when and how to let my roar out.


Here is a takeaway question,

How has your scream changed with you? When was the last time you raised your voice — not in anger, but to claim your space in the world?

When was the last time you swallowed a scream — and what did that silence teach you about yourself?

May we all know when to roar, and when to keep the roar safely tucked inside — waiting for the right moment to be heard.




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