Thursday, September 13, 2012

How I wish I could talk to her all day,,,,,


They say some people can move mountains with their words. I always disbelieved them. I used to talk to her on a daily basis in person. More on the work related front. One day I happened to talk to her on the mobile. It was really amazing....!
I had never sensed her voice to be so sweet that it could launch a million products. Now I am sort of addicted to her voice. Can't think of talking to anyone else but her.

I just call her, as I can't think of anything else to do. However hard I try not to call, subconsciously my hands dial her number. Always my mind thinks of her. Whenever I call her I am thinking of what she might be doing. As soon as she says something once she picks the call I can judge if she is in the right mood. I can differentiate between the normal Hi, the bored ya tell me, the interesting Hiiiii!!! which sets the tone for a sweet conversation, the Hi Dear, which tells me she is in a jubiliant mood, the softer and slower muttered hi saying someone is around and I should call her later. Her varied uninterested response saying she is not in the right mood now.

As I speak to her I hear the trinkling of the jhumkas in her earrings. It is as though they are the background music caused due to her hearty laugh. The more she laughs the more pleasing they sound. There is something about her voice, which keeps me eternally in raptures. There is subconsciously an effort to make her laugh. An effort to flatter her, compliment her on every small aspect. While talking to her the mind runs amok thinking about her, reminiscing the good times spent with her, the mind paints a colorful happy face of her. Its just that the mind worries when there is a pause in the conversation if she got tired holding the mobile in one of her hands and if she is shifting it to the other hand.

I can sense her moving out of the crowd to talk to me in private. As the winds blow in the hindsight of the conversation I cant help but think of the effect they would be having on her beautiful wavy hair. I hear a lot of people wishing her and I can just assume that she must be balking in all that attention.

She is a demi goddess; anyone who looks at her is usually lost in thought. What effect she has on people is really amazing and I sense a bit of pride somewhere within me which likes to tell others, boss I know her well and want her badly than anything else in life, you better keep off. I can always visualize her playing with her long gold necklace. Her hands can never keep still, they are tapping on something, or playing with the necklace which goes deep down her neck caressing the silk clothes she is wearing, the friction of the gold chain against the silk causes an eerie sensation on her body which results in a small moan in her voice when she talks.

I can feel the mobile slipping on the clear face of hers, so smooth and white and so soft and deft to touch. Just like the face of a new born. Once you touch the skin it just appeals to one so much that involuntarily the hand wants to remain there and enjoy the touch that bit longer.

I am usually at loss of words, in awe of her authority over words, the clarity of her thoughts. I can't help but nod in unison to her views. I am sure when she is talking with such vigor, the large brown orbs in her huge eyes will simultaneously be checking whether anyone is noticing her? Her free hand will surely check on her dress, then her hair and then check whether her sitting posture is all right?

She is confident, well read, has a view on everything under the earth. She is a guide one can fall back on. She is a keen observer whose x-ray eyes sees through anyone's false claims. She plays with the mind, always plays mischievous pranks, plays hard to get. Mocks at one to come and get her.

Just her voice causes my heart to beat faster; just listening to such free flowing sweetness of the laugh causes me to breathe faster. The mouth goes dry in anticipation of what she might say.

She is like the pole star on a new moon night. The only person who I feel is close than any other distant star. The only one who can provide direction to me. The only one I feel is closer to me than anything else under the sun.

I always think is it possible that a voice can give such immense joy? Can a simple voice direct the tides of my emotion just like the moon affects the tidal waves in the night? Can a voice direct my actions? What is it about her voice that I am always engrossed in the finer moments of life and without which life seems meaningless.

I would have loved to tell you more. But sorry I have a call to make... :)