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Conversations

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a smile in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says that you'll catch me wherever i fall
You say it the best when you say nothing at all

What is a conversation? Is it an exchange of dialogues between two people? Is it necessary for words to be spoken? Is it necessary to talk about something meaningful for the exchange to be called a conversation? Is it necessary for the two involved parties to agree on the topic they are discussing or can a fight be called a conversation as well?
For me, a conversation is all this and a lot more. A conversation can be a fight, it can be silent. It can be meaningful and sometimes mean absolutely nothing. A smile is a conversation. A whisper is a conversation. Laughter is conversation. Music can be conversation. Dance can be conversation. Silence can be conversation. Watching the rain silently is a conversation. A look across the room at the person you love can be a conversation. A sigh, a deep breath, a snore, a giggle - they are all conversations.
Snuggling next to your mom on a cold winter night is a conversation. A goodbye wave is a conversation. A shake of your head is a conversation. joining your palms in a namaste is a conversation.
The most beautiful conversations of all these are the silent conversations. It's when your eyes speak and you don't need to use words to express what you feel deep within. My best friend sitting thousands of miles away from me just needs to be on the phone with me to feel good sometimes. We are just with each other, and without saying a word we feel good or bad together. We laugh and we cry. A hi is enough to let me know that irrespective of whatever happens, I will always have her. That 'hi' is a conversation for me. And for her. There are loads of time when she has called me to say " I just wanted to hear your voice to feel better". There are many more times when I have done that. Those are our most prized conversations.
There can be conversations underlying the conversations you are already having. I always know when she explains a situation, when she tells me stories, when she talks about tiny everyday incidents- that she actually means something else when she is narrating the happenings. Like a lot of times, I know when My mom is talking to me about life, that she's actually teaching me lessons she herself has learned. Those conversations sometimes make a lot more sense that the ones you are actually having.
A lot of times I call my buddy knowing that she is down, she says " I was just thinking about you". That thinking is a conversation we are having, which makes me call her. Another time, my angel, as I have called her in this other blog of mine, called me. I had a lot to say to her. She had a lot to say to me. But we just kept quiet. That quiet served the purpose of a conversation. After a long time, both realized that we were just holding the phone to our ears, just being with each other, she knew I needed her to be there, but be silent because nothing she could've said would've comforted me. It was 4 am when we kept the phone that day. After a satisfied conversation.
Sometimes you know a lot about a stranger and you have silent conversations with him. sometimes he knows a lot about you as well and the silent conversation continue. in a crowd when you suddenly catch him looking at you or he catches you looking at him - that looking is a conversation. Because both are saying something to each other. When you know where the other is and want to know if you can't locate her, you get anxious and look around and when you spot her, the silent sigh of relief is a conversation. When he joins in on a dance when you start dancing, that also is a conversation. When he calls someone and you look at him suddenly, and he looks back at you, and your eyes hold each other for a tiny second, you are having a tiny conversation right then. When you cross each other some 100 thousand times just simply, that is a conversation. When he looks at you as you are leaving a party, not knowing when he will see/meet you next and abusing himself for not talking to you, not having any way to contact you, that helpless look on his face is a conversation.
in life, it's these small tiny conversations that count more that the spoken ones. It's those moments that you have sometimes that count. it's those silent promises that you make in life, it's the hugs you give, and the hugs you get. It's in the prayer, it's in a wish, it's in a wink, it's in a stare, it's in a blush, it's in you.
In my case, it's always in what I tell the other person with my eyes. I can have conversations with just looking at my best friend my angels, my friends or the stranger. And you know it's meant to be when they understand what you are trying to tell them and they talk back. Just simply.
So every time you smile silently to yourself for something that happened, is happening or is yet to happen, always know that you are smiling because of conversations you've had or will have. and mostly because of the silent ones. you actually do say it best when you say nothing at all......

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