A fairwell to words.

I have been talking since the moment it’s even difficult for one to understand words. But I have talking since that part of my life. During childhood I loved to talk about almost every type of matter. I memorized the name of some politician and amazed the listener by the information I gathered from news and from the conversation with my grandfather. Though it was not completely a wise talk yet it enough wise one it came from a five years old girl. I always stored a number of historical incidents and narrated them according to the situation.My huge storage of jokes and quotations made my talk even more interesting .I remember I was the most famous student in school and university. Not because of my wisdom or intelligence just because of my TALK.(A true talkative lady J)

Well then time took usual turn as it supposed to at certain period of my life. I disconnected myself from academic life and become house dwelling girl. I have more or less the same sort of knowledge with more polished awareness. The book I read in last two decades, the articles, even the faces I read during this long duration have added enough material to my t treasure. But now I feel I have next to negligible material to talk, lesser words and distorted statement.

Am I not talkative anymore? Have I lost the most precious spice of my conversation that kept the people around me amused for considerable period? I guess nothing has changed except there is no listener. There were my listeners in different garbs that forced me to talk, that indulged me in an illusion that I am a genius speaker. But they disappeared for one or the other reason. No listener, No words.

Anyhow, the life is getting accustomed of this newly emerging silence.