Voices in Silence- The Mystery of Indus Seals and Script- Part 3

This post is 3 part of our blog series: Whispers from the valley- life and legacy of the indus civilization

The midday sun shimmered above Mohenjodaro as Ila wandered through the shade lanes of the market with her father. The air buzzed with quite exchanges- the kind that required no loud words, just gesture, glances, and the gently clink of beads and pottery. 

She stopped at her favorite stall where her uncle, a skilled artisan, carved tiny symbols into smooth squares of stone. "What does this means?" she asked tracing a spiral etched into a newly made seal.

"No one truly knows," he smiled. " But the merchants say it brings luck when stamped on to goods, It's our voice, Ila one we haven't fully learned to speak."

Ila watched fascinated as he pressed the seal into a soft clay leaving behind a mark of mystery- bulls, trees, fish like figures and those lines that curved like flowing water.

Later that night Ila sat beside her grandmother who hummed ancient tunes while threading beads. " Did you ever understand the songs?" Ila asked.

Her grandmother's eyes twinkled. "They're songs carved in silence child. Maybe your generation will one day learn to hear them."

As the oil lamp flickered and shadows danced on the mud walls, Ila held a seal close to her heart.  In its quite design's she sensed stories of trade, of dreams, of a civilization that chose silence over noises, symbols over speech.

In the next post "when the city slept - the call of Mohenjodaro" we step into the eerie silence of the final days. What happened when the bustling city slowed, and the streets turned quiet? Stay tuned to discover the untold whispers of Mohenjo-daro's fall.