He said -She said

She said - I had a dream about you

He said-What did you see?

She said- We were having a good laugh

For a change

Clearly that is my wildest fantasy

The lost art of conversations

The love of my life likes to have conversations. A lot of conversations . But only long and deeply profound conversations about ones life ,dreams, directions ,state of mind and the likes. He has no time to spare for the -'honey what do you think of so-and-so's new boyfriend ' kind of conversations. Start those and you will be met with a grunt and a bored-'Really lesser mortal ?' stare. Not to say he doesn't indulge in those from time to time but mostly he is just deep.

This tendency of wanting to have conversations transcends across all kinds of company and social occasions. Be it in the midst of a crazy night out at one of the most sought after night clubs in the city , or in a party of 30 people, or those evenings when you meet friends of friends who you won't remember when you are sober. I must admit his ability to talk to absolutely anyone about absolutely anything meaningful often gets me out of the trouble of having to do so other than ofcourse giving me that warm fuzzy pride of being with someone intelligent( they are so rare these days). But there have been times when I have wished he would just chill, smile, get high, make small talk, laugh at silly jokes and just enjoy the moment. 

It was only recently when I was catching a rerun of Sex and the City season 1, that a particular episode hit me like a ton of bricks. Yes it is a show about four women in the city of New York and ok fine it's also about fashion-it is nothing deep but I love it. I love Carrie's observations and I love her views. However this realization came to me not because of the protagonist of the show but because of its format. I realized that her friends and her actually Talk when they meet ! They know every little thing about each other's lives, every screw up, every triumph, every little secret. Through various conversations over breakfast, lunch dinner or drinks the show was about how these four friends actually help each other survive the city and stay sane.

And then it hit me. I realized that I really missed having one on one conversations with people close to me. Yes I am lucky to have wonderful friends. But barring bullet points how much do I really know about them and how much do they really know about me? Can we share our everyday wins and losses, tantrums and tears with each other if we want to? The biggest fear was not if I could share, but whether I would be heard. 

The fear needed to be overcome. The plunge needed to be taken. And so I decided to open up more individually to my friends. I have not bottled up emotions, I have cribbed, I have cried, I have laughed and shared hushed secrets. And the reciprocation I have received has been more than mutual. Some lovely conversations, some much unknown anecdotes and a lot of warm fuzzy I feel loved moments later I realized that everyone inherently craves having someone to talk to, to open up to once in a while. It is nice when we ask someone -what's up and actually listen to what is up in that persons life. It is nice when we take five minutes and follow up on a sick friend and ask them how they are. It brings people together and gives them a sense of belonging and a sense of being home with family.