Rumour: Nowhere near the truth

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I’m rumour. Don’t confuse me with gossip. Gossip is generally an unkind conversation about a person in their absence, while I’m an unofficial story that could be true or invented. I come from no specific place or person. I’m nobody’s child.

Once I’m in circulation, I travel quickly, often leaving the truth far behind. Truth is evidence, context, hurtful at times, and boring. I generally come from hearsay, an incomplete or misunderstood conversation, a half-heard sentence, no clarification, or an overactive imagination.

As I gather momentum. I grow spicier and longer. However, I cannot be vouched for. You humans just love passing me on. You give me legs and wings and wheels, and I speed along through offices, canteens, street corners, boardrooms, and classrooms.

My endings are quiet. I die a natural death when something more interesting comes along, or, to everyone's shock and embarrassment, I’m disproved.

I would advise you to refrain from passing me on, as I might bruise you or break trust. So simply nip me in the bud and focus your energy on creative pursuits. 


I'm rumour:

transient and powerful if you want me to be. 

This post is part of the BlogchatterA2Z 2026 challenge. 

Comments

  1. deepti menon22 April 2026 at 02:19

    Rumour can turn powerful when it is given feet and wings by people. Sadly, I do not think that it can ever be quenched or stopped! A well written post!

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  2. A Rustic Mind22 April 2026 at 03:03

    Such a sharp and reflective piece. The way you explored how rumours drift so far from the truth really stands out and captures how easily perception can take over reality. It leaves a strong reminder to pause and question what we hear.

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  3. Anonymous22 April 2026 at 06:06

    Rumours make or break a person...

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