The Days of No-Conversations #MondayMusings
I wake up in the wee hours of the day, go to the kitchen and start preparing breakfast for the son. Then I wake him up. I utter a few words in isolation, but not full sentences. No conversations as such, just nag him to get ready for school,. The son is groggy and in no mood to have a conversation. I drop him at the bus stop and go for my morning walk. I walk alone, listening to music, watching the flowers bloom, the birds come to pick worms and the pigeons flock together. I go and sit on the bench. Silence prevails. No conversation takes place.
I come back home, start preparing breakfast, silently. The man is usually away at this time. He comes back in a while, hurriedly goes through the morning headlines, drinks his tea and mutters about the rising or falling dollar prices, or some economic reform that will induce a recession. They sound gibberish to me. I stay silent, dollar rates and financial recession is not my forte. The man eats his breakfast, packs his bag and leaves. I stay alone, silence screams from every corner of the room. I switch on the laptop and start writing something. This is my only way to converse with the world. I keep working silently, not a single sound slipping out of my mouth.
In the afternoon, the son comes back from school and he has stories to tell. Lots of them. I listen silently but earnestly. Some stories make me happy, some make me sad. I listen about new Minecraft games that have been launched and new fidget spinners. I try to say something, but the son is busy talking and not in a mood to let me speak. After lunch, we settle down in our own works. He gets busy with his homework and I keep writing.
Evening kisses the sky. Son goes down to play while I start preparing dinner. Everybody comes back home just in time for dinner. After dinner, we get busy with our mobile phones, Netflix and books.
Before falling asleep, I realize, an entire day passed by without having any meaningful conversation with anyone. I know, the next day, the same routine would be repeated and I start craving to talk to another adult about books, movies or anything random. I crave to sit and laugh with another person. I am an introvert but that doesn’t mean I can spend days without friends or meaningful conversations. Phone calls or messages are a good way to converse but nothing can replace laughing with a friend on a random stupid thing over a steaming cup of coffee. I am looking for a friend. Will you be my friend and join me for a steaming cuppa over some books, movies, laughter, and fun? Do let me know, am waiting for you.
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