...there are these, and then, there are those conversations with not-strangers. With people you like and love and care about. With people you talk all the time - every week, every day, every few hours. With people you normally like to have conversations with - both intense and mundane. And everything in the
Some of those conversations with some of those people, sometimes, are empty. For the lack of a better word. When you can sense an urgency in the other person's voice to end a conversation you're keen to hanging on to. When you know the other person's attentions lies elsewhere, and not in the story you are narrating. When every word is far away, detached. When the eyes are focused on some stray thought, not on you and not on your expectant eyes. When every word is stretched thin. When you try to fight for every extra second, but eventually realise, this is not the right time.
We've all been there, in those conversations, on both sides.
99 out of 100 times, we forget them as soon as they happen.
Or we call it life.
1 out of 100 times, that stretched feeling lingers a few seconds longer.
That empty-handed moment, that really sucks.
Even though it is life.
:)
3 comments:
True Again. You really have a unique way of expressing things.
Beautiful Again. :-)
Kahin kisi ko muqammal jahaan nahi milta,
Kabhi zameen to kabhi aasmaan nahi milta..
Beautiful thot!!
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