Conversations intrigue me, especially those where you start off with something and get so lost in the conversation that by the time you are done talking, you have sub related everything to an entirely new topic. When one topic leads you to the next and you can go on and on for hours, leaving you intrigued by the end. I have barely met people whom I can have these conversations with. The once in a while when I meet such a person, I don’t want to stop talking or listening. Having discussed theories in my head, and coming up with new ideas through these conversations makes me alive. Sometimes with an old friend, other times with a complete stranger.
At times when I miss certain friends, it’s more like I miss those random, endless conversations. Sometimes I wish I could rewind back to a time when I was having such a conversation with someone, and just be there talking, and listening to all the interesting stuff that’s out there, stuff we are unaware of. Always having something to ponder over, something to reflect on, to keep discovering and concluding in my own way.
I feel each person is unique, in the way they think, and perceive things, situations, etc. I feel amazed to be aware of the various dimensions that can exist to one simple thing. Things I had never thought, and would probably never think of. I believe in the power of the mind, and when those thoughts are delineated in whatsoever form, be it art or just simple words, there is endless possibilities to our existence. It is amazing how people comprehend things, and that is why conversations are so intriguing. These intricate and deep conversations leave me amazed and thinking.
I enjoy thinking, and my thoughts are always triggered by people, situations, events. When I overflow with thoughts, i feel inspired to write, and delineate these thoughts to make sense to me and the world. But when I fail to come across people, situations or events, I cease to think, hence i cease to write.