I went back to the place where my voice was born

I went back to the place where my voice was born




Today, I went back to Kasturba Gandhi Oral School for the Hearing Impaired, Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, India.

This is the school where I studied for three years, starting when i was just two and a half years old.
It was before my cochlear implant, before I even knew what real sound was.

When I walked inside, so many memories came back.
This was where I struggled to speak my first words.
Where my teachers helped me every single day, patiently guiding me until I could say them clearly,
Where I felt safe, included and understood.

The alumni meeting was filled with familiar faces.
I noticed how clearly my friends spoke now.
I listened to parents sharing heartfelt stories, and I saw students who are learning there now.
When I looked at them, I saw my younger self.

I also gave a speech.
I shared my journey and told them to fight, to feel proud, to become strong.
I told them, "We look unique because we are Superhearoes".

Whatever I have achieved i  life, the pride and credit always go back to this school.
Because this is where I learned something important:
Silence is not a weakness. Silence is power.

If you could go back to the place where your journey begun, what would you say to the people there 

    Kasturba Gandhi Oral School for Hearing Impaired, Coimbatore


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