Friday 9 January 2015

When the men listen!!

Women often crib that their men don't listen.

What would happen if they would always listen and sincerely at that? Wouldn't we end up sighing and crib again that the men don't talk!!! ;) Exactly!!!

I am tired of talking and want him to talk. Or rather, i want to listen. Sounds unbelievable? Yes, i do want to listen! He has impressed upon me that listening is a noble quality worth emulating. So admirable that i am impatient to adopt and practise it. Just that he continues to listen and i am itching to listen!!!

Very often, i check to see if the call is still connected with the pregnant silence weighing me down. While i have a silver spoon stuffed into my mouth, he keeps laying golden eggs at the other end. Speech is silver, silence is golden, it seems!  The silence is dotted with "hmmm..hmmhmm" at regular intervals. Regularly long intervals, like a first-degree heart block! At times, they become increasingly longer until i end up skipping a beat! Occasional crackles enliven the monotony of the hmmm's, something to finally break the rhythm and i thank my stars for making him giggle and open up!

Why can't you talk? Why do you let me do the talking all the time? I'm tired of talking. My jaws are aching. Please, i want to listen to you. Please, please, please! I'm reduced to pleading him to talk. See, I'm still the one who is doing the talking. Walking the talk, sitting the talk, rolling the talk!! Both of us are too tenacious to let go...him, of his passively mastered act of listening and I, my eagerness to show off my listening skills.

If at all he has anything to say, it would be, "Doodh pi liya?" I have seriously come to doubt if this "Did you drink milk?" - the oft-repeated line of the clean-shaven Amul baby, is meant to comfort me into drinking milk or to provoke me out of my serenity!  A sauve innuendo that i see through. Rest assured sweetheart, my grey cells are  fuelled by adequately tanked glucose!

I did some Google search only to find that the much-searched ones are about how to make your husband listen. I was excited to spot one which screamed, how to make your husband talk!! Well, that is, after a fight..sigh!

Now, why don't you hear me out? That i want to listen!!!

Disclaimer: Imaginative story! If anyone wants to think it's my story n my husband, show me the fella first!!! ;)

Is it wrong to cry?

Is it wrong to cry? Sometimes all i want to do is just cry. Is it because of the muddled up hormones or the disturbed harmonics of thoughts?

I need to let out my dammed-up tears..lest the dam would break through, unleashing destruction around. However, i am too strong to cry. In such a case, the accumulated fury is bound to implode, destroying the self.

Crying is considered a sign of weakness. Why can i not expose my weakness? I wish to be a climber growing around a strong pillar of support and under comfortable shades. Why am i expected to be the lone tree braving all odds and sheltering others?

A feeling of hurt haunts me when i least expect it, eroding my spirited self. As these winds of erosion blow across, they scatter seeds of vulnerability. Would they sprout within my gullible senses and get so deeply entrenched that I would be unable to weed them out later?   Like the innocuous-looking peepul discretely growing into the inherent strength of a monument!

The hurt soul can take in just that much! Is it still wrong and weak to cry?

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