conversations

i miss those conversations.

once upon a time i had two friends who used to love talking.
at times i would wonder what makes them talk so much. then there were times i wonder how can someone talk so much. don't they get tired. but then i realized its not the talk, its the mind. which thinks so much. which has so many opinions.

when they were gone is when i learnt something about myself. i loved to listen to them. do not know whether i agreed to everything they said or believed in but yes i would like to know and understand the point of view.

but although i miss them so much.. i realised that one of them still talks a lot and we do listen... just that its not verbal. its written. he writes equally fast.

thanks for keeping the conversations going...

till we meet again...till i can sit back and listen again..