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.
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!
ReplyDeleteSuch 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.
ReplyDeleteRumours make or break a person...
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