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