Off late, people have been asking me to talk.
I was taken aback, really!
When i sit with friends for a chat, after a meal, or for a cup of tea in the evening, people say, 'You talk, we'll listen.' That gives me the impetus to go on and further on.
Now, that i'm home, i'm requested to cut short on my chit-chat. Which, by-the-way is usual. I still go non-stop, at full speed. Until somebody looks blank in the face. That's when, i am to understand that i've to repeat the entire stretch, slowly. Hence, the intangible mop of words, acquire some meaning.
When will i get this straight?!