A born screamer - my silent screams!!

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

This blog is going to be in four parts.

Part 3

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 with age, things have changed. So I changed the question:

When was the last time you held your scream in?

I was born a screamer — I had to be, literally and otherwise. There were a billion people, and I had to make myself heard.

But with time, I realized I could scream differently.
Not every scream needed to be out loud.

These days, my biggest scream isn’t always a shout — it’s these words.
Every time I write a truth that makes people uncomfortable, that’s me screaming.
Every time I hit publish on something raw and real, that’s me screaming.

When I chose to build a life on my own terms — far from what a good Indian girl should do — the choices I made, the roads I took… that was my silent scream echoing across continents.

When I share stories of growing up in a world that told girls like me to hush — that’s a scream too.

I’ve learned my pen can roar louder than my lungs ever could.
My pen has become my megaphone. Every raw truth I dare to write and share is my silent rebellion.

I’ve learned that some screams don’t need sound. They just need courage.

What’s your silent scream these days?

Sharing a link to part 1 and 2 .

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2025/07/a-born-screamer.html

https://www.rekhasrambling.com/2025/07/a-born-screamer-screams-which-stay.html

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