The conversation involves a couple of people (a girl and a boy). It happened on the last day of college (before they parted ways). The same 

Well, I want to be alone. I want to put the pieces together. I want to ponder over my words while sitting in a closed room, and I want to walk in the streets without companions. 

I want no conversations to happen, and I want to look at myself in the mirror. I want to look at my face, which has turned red because of shyness. I want to ask myself: “Was I wrong?” This question has been making my life difficult for quite some time now.

But unfortunately, every single time I stare at myself in the mirror, I end up seeing your face. I witness your face shining brightly like the sun. Your smile sways off all the pains and sorrows. And then, although without reason, I tend to fall asleep.

On the last day of college, while I was bombarding you with words, there came a moment, when I thought to myself: “Gosh, have I gone a bit too far? 

I told you the truth because I felt it was essential for you to have a look at the complete picture. But what frightened me was the silence that followed. You didn’t say anything, and it was your indomitable silence which made my mind enter into a state of oblivion.

The Breath of mine had frozen like ice; my heart was pounding at an unbelievable pace. A sense of excitement and fear had engulfed me. I know that you did notice the vast extent of delirium surrounding my voice.

 My throat had dried up; it was choking. You must have seen the sweat on my forehead, and you must have thought to yourself: “Oh Lord, what is he saying, is he out of his mind? Has he turned insane?” But I guess, somewhere at the back-end of your mind, you could also see it coming.

I did the majority of the talking that day, and you were the silent listener throughout the conversation, barring some moments when you smiled at me out of utter bafflement. I was scared for I thought that you might misinterpret my words owing to anxiety and excitement, but to my surprise, you absorbed all of it without sounding baffled.

I’ve always been a pessimistic chap. I loved winters, the season when leaves begin wilting. We can’t share our grief because nobody will understand it. , and we have our heartbeats accompanying us. I didn’t have a face, but you gave me one, I had no intentions to live, but you gifted me a beautiful life to live. You made me realize that I have gone way too far while riding the tides of pessimism. Whenever you are there with me, I am confident. No matter how dire the situation is, I feel motivated.

I want you to understand whatever I am saying. It doesn’t matter to me if others fail to understand my words. In all fairness, I don’t give a damn about what others think. To me, you are my world; you are the land from where I could harvest optimism and hope.

As far as I am concerned, I wanted you to know all of this in order to keep misconceptions and misunderstandings at bay. I have nothing to hide. I don’t want both of us to be at sixes and sevens. I just want to be with you. I want your voice to break the shackles of silence during the night.

I would like you to know that I am really thankful to you for instilling into me, a sense of positivity and optimism. Frankly speaking, I used to love darkness and silence, but now I love the bustle of voices. I love being lively.

 I love staring at the sunlight. It is only because of you that I want to live my life to the fullest. Believe it or not: You happen to be my sunlight.

I know that you have understood my words, and now it is time for you to understand the silence engulfing our hearts. When I started talking to you, my heart was running riot, completely wild and free. But the moment I started speaking, my hands started shivering, the feet began trembling out of nervousness. I don’t know why and how in the world was this happening to me. I felt numb and depleted. Well, I have realized that truths may be simple, but it takes a lot of getting to speak the truth because it can easily be misunderstood. Words can be extremely deceptive at times, but silence, in all fairness, can never be misunderstood; it is always clear and precise.

To end it all on an optimistic note, I would say:

“I won’t cry and melt away like snow even if you leave me and go away

because I know you would always want to come back.”

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