Art of a Silent Artist

She was the moon, I was the sun. We were never meant to meet, yet for one year, our paths crossed daily. Now it is rare… or maybe gone. Her smile, her eyes, her presence— all stayed quietly in memory. And that one glance she gave me, stayed longer than the moment itself.

There was once a ghost people believed was a killer. But no one actually knew the full truth. Everyone had a different version of the story. Some said he haunted lonely roads. Some said he lived inside mirrors. Some even believed he only appeared when someone was hiding something serious. Over time, the stories changed, but one name stayed the same — The Silent One . People called him that because whenever someone tried to describe him properly, their memory of him felt incomplete. Like they were forgetting parts of what they saw. One rainy evening, a boy moved into an old abandoned mansion outside the city. The house was very cheap, which was the main reason he chose it. His friends warned him not to go there. They told him people never stayed in that house for long. The boy didn’t take it seriously. He said he didn’t believe in ghosts. When he entered the house, everything looked old and empty. But after a few seconds, a voice came from the darkness. “Good. I don’t believe ...

It’s been a short break since my last post. I already mentioned earlier that I was taking a short break, and I did step away for a while. Now I’m back. Sometimes you don’t really need a big reason—you just pause, reset, and return when it feels right. In this gap, something small but meaningful happened—this blog crossed 1,000 views . It may not sound like much, but for me it feels like proof that even quiet writing reaches someone somewhere. I also changed the name of the blog from “Ibadur Blog” to “Art of a Silent Artist.” The old name didn’t really match what I was writing here anymore. It felt disconnected. This new name feels closer to what this space is becoming—thoughts that are quiet, a bit philosophical, sometimes emotional, and sometimes like love expressed in silence rather than loud words. During this break, I also wrote a story.  The Story’s Part 1 will be the next post. Be keen to see the title and read the story. I won’t explain too much about it now. Some t...