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“Words, words, words,” says Hamlet when Polonius asks him what he is reading. When asked further what the words are about Hamlet’s answer is, “Slanders, sir.” Rumours and slanders abound in people’s usual conversations. We love conversations. Have you ever noticed that most of our conversations are about other people and that most of the time we speak bad things about others? Words can kill. People love to kill the reputations of other people.

But words can heal too. Words can be magical. Words create music. If we change the way we wield words, we can usher in magic to our life, to the world itself. A good word, a word of encouragement, a word of joy can transform the life of the person to whom it is uttered.

One of the tragedies in our life is to begin the day with the morning newspaper which brings us negative words: reports about rising prices and taxes, rapes by spiritual leaders, corruption of political leaders, and so on. It is difficult to sustain our smiles in such a world, let alone speak pleasant words. It is not impossible, however. We need to make that extra effort to smile and speak words that heal, sustain goodness, and transform evil into good.

Words can make the difference. They can bring joy where there is sorrow, hope where there is despair, and light where there is darkness. In the Bible, a gospel writer John says that word is god. Word is indeed god. It depends on us to give that divine power to word. We have the magic within us. Each one of us is a sorcerer. Word is our magic. We can transform the world with words.

We see powerful orators creating new realities using words and nothing else. There are gurus who heal people using words. There are books that transform lives. As Aldous Huxley said, words are like X-rays if you use them properly: they will go through anything, even the hardest of hearts.

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  1. Loved this post. Yes " Words can make the difference"!

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    1. Nice post 👍 the quote by Aldous Huxley is so true ☺

      Thanks for sharing 🙂

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    2. My pleasure. And welcome to this place, Sachin.

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