I want to talk. I want to talk till the moon slips into the sea and
the world falls silent except for our murmurs.
I want you to tell me about your imaginative childhood games and I
will tell you about the orchard with a tiled hut and the ghost in the
neighbourhood pond.
I want you to tell me about your best memories and I will tell you
about the boy with sad eyes and a small pup.
I want to know about the times when you almost gave up and I will
tell you about a time when I did not exist.
I want to know what you think of when you see the full moon casts
its magic on the high mountains and I will tell you why I wanted to run away
from the world.
I want you to tell me your daily routine and what you do in the last
hours of each day and I will tell you about the birds that flitter around in
the mango tree everyday.
I want to know why you like the books that you like and I will tell
you the stories swirling in my head.
I want you to tell me about your philosophy of love and life and I
will tell you what I read in your eyes.
