I will be able to read bed time stories to my 'gonna be kids' with much passion and they'll be able to enjoy it as if they were travelling through the maze in Alice in wonderland. Now, why do I say that ? Well.. here's what triggered me to write this. One of my best friend's calls me up today afternoon while I am at office. We talk. Usually I am restless if I get phone calls from friends while I am at office. I can't talk to them openly as I would want to, that being the main reason. So, mostly I avoid the calls, or text them or pick up the call and tell them that I'd call them later. But today I chose to speak, because it was long time since I spoke to him. He's settled and I am not, so our times don't match. lol :) !
We spoke, he questioned me why I wasn't there in FB anymore. I hate it when friends call me up and asks me in gasps of despair. "Indu !!!! Why am I not able to find you in FB??!! " I say " Well, nothing.. I just deactivated it for the time being. " Friends - "Why so ?!!!! " Me - "ehhh nothing, I got bored." Friends - "Oh come on Indu!! Stop being nuts will ya !!! " come back to FB right now !! "
Me - "Yeah.. will think about it ! :/ :/ " Friends - "Just stop thinking and come back that's what !! " Me - "Yeah sure, I will, soon. " I go completely nuts after this kind of a conversation. Not being in FB is like a big crime these days. People literally live in FB, sadly that's the reason. Oh! we diverted.. lets come back to what I wanted to say.
So, we spoke. And I talked a bit formally with lesser amounts of energy to which he asked me "You seem so low..what happened? " I said " I'm at office, I can't talk with a lot of excitement like I always do. :) " I know the way I speak over the phone. I'm a roaring lion, a walking drama, voice loud and full of gestures.. :) lol ! So when friends call me while I'm at office, I act a little wierd. I am not my normal self. I go calm.. and silent.. which I never am. Anyways, we then talk for a long time.. A lot of stuff.. And then I have nothing to say, I stutter. He's surprised. He says, "Arre, what happened to you yaar?! Normally you have hell lot of stories to say, but this time you're quiet. Why so ?? " And I say smiling " I have my stories. Infact, there's a stock. I just need to get out of the office if I need to tell them to you ! " He says "Oh... I see.. :)" . And I remember, he liked to listen to me always. He spoke less. I talked and talked. When I say, why aren't you talking, He'd say, I like listening to your stories. Aah.. good old times of friendship, I think.
And then suddenly I remember this overnight stay at another best friend's house. We talked till 2 am, I was going to participate in this gala event- 'Pongala' the next day morning to see what it was all about. And before going to sleep by around 2.30 am she said , "So many things.. so many stories you have, I don't feel surprised at any other persons memoirs these days because I have heard much more from you!! "
And then I remember, some one very special listening to my stories attentively and smiling. And when I'd say things which hurt me years back but which made me laugh now, he'd hold my shoulders and say "Awww.. you're my sweet." and gives a knock on my chin fearing I was dying inside when I told those stories. And days later when we sit and talk, he smiles without any reasons and I ask him "Why are you smilng?" And he says.. "Was just thinking about all the stories you told me.. :)"
Period.
Guess I'm a good story teller.
