
Usually I’m a very talkative person, bantering and chattering my way through the day. Not one ounce of boredom though, mind you!! I read.. and that’s why I can talk about anything from movies to literature and from science to poetry. Indulge me, you’d be surprised!!
So when I started talking to you, I got comfortable pretty soon. Spilling words came too easy. You said you’re more of a listener and I love to talk you see.. perfect!!
I talked to you about my friends, the crazy, goofy things we did. About the songs I loved and why I loved them. The places I loved to go to and the places I’d love to stay. I would go on to tell you about chaos theory, string theory, paradoxes and what not like I was some enlightened being.
You would listen, quietly. Observant, I’ve noticed. Listening with that silent amusement that I wouldn’t notice cuz I’m too busy talking you see..
Then I’d text you if I couldn’t talk. Unaware if you’re busy or something. I just have to talk cuz I know you’d be listening.
And we’d text into the nights.. and I wondered at times why were you still listening to me!! Was I making a fool of myself talking too much.. you see we girls are brought up that way, we are taught not to talk too much. But you were there.. listening and I didn’t really mind cuz I’d started liking it in a way..
So it happened that day. You slept off, and I kept talking to you.. all the conversations I had with you in my head; all the things I’d been wanting to tell you, but couldn’t!! I wish you’d hear them someday cuz ur a great listener.. and I love to talk!!
Always enjoy reading ur blogs..makes me think out loud!!
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