THE MONOLOGUE

I speak and he listens

My eyes sparkling, face animated, hands moving in every direction.
I go on and on, my mind frantically trying to recollect the tiniest of details, determined not to miss anything.

I speak and he listens

He listens with rapt attention, looking intently into my eyes, with an occasional nod at the right places, as if here lays the purpose of his existence.

I speak and he listens

Sometimes looking in his eyes while speaking, I wonder. Is this an act, a facade? Wherein his mind lies elsewhere. Perhaps at this very moment, thinking what to buy for Neha’s birthday or when to get his guitar fixed.

I speak and he listens

Looking in his eyes, I see attentiveness; I see tenderness, and a hint of something even close to fascination. The shadow of doubt disappears.
The monologue continues

I speak and he listens

SENGU..

Rumpled tee,cherubic smile and a halo of curly black hair limning her head..that gleam of mischief in her eye..that "take me away" look that can melt the harshest of hearts..her lame jokes and lousy one liners that fail to conceal a logical and sensible mind..those waves of procrastination that create havoc in her life and leave her "disillusioned" from "marxist theories" and "hume's philosophies"..those moments of introspection and a firm "i am going to change my ways in life" , all in vain..i thank my stars that this adorable rogue rejected her life in Cal to come all the way to Miranda House and gave me the joy of having a little sister