The Soundboard of Family
A quiet reflection

My sister told me I am the soundboard in the family, till yesterday I didn’t know the meaning of this she tried to explain me but I had to read the meaning myself.
So today when I read the meaning I feel I am the wrong person to be a soundboard because I am never at the same place. In my mind I keep drifting from one city to another searching those pieces of me which I left somewhere and that’s when I find the stories which I bring back to the pages.
How can a writer be a soundboard because most of the time they are seeking refugee in the words because that’s the place they feel secure. Now whenever they call me up to lay their own burden, I will listen to them as usual because I know for my own thoughts the page is there and those words which become the bridge and help me connect.
For me that piece of paper will be the soundboard. Thanks Pallavi@305 for the inspiration for this post
