Wordwebs!

The Voice had certain traits and predictable patterns that were so specific to the voice. The voice's behaviours were specifically divided into months, each month brought about a typical breeze of activities or behaviour. There were never any months that were too happy and positive on the part of the voice but there were these months when the Voice was at its worst, cruel, ruthless indifferent and most of the hasty and nasty decisions/acts were done in few of those cruel months. In fact, once when she and the voice met in one of those cruel months, she thought that since the Voice had been pestering her to meet for months and months, promised this and that and stars and moons if she went, just one more opportunity to show what she really meant for the voice, and blah and bluh, she thought that the pattern was to break. But then, it turned out that it was converted to the most horrendous performance the Voice delivered, as if to raise the bar of torture, as if to shatter her to pie...

There are some people in our lives who bring constant smiles, brighten our days, bring a xing in the voice and initiate feelings that do not fit into words. They bring out the best in us, we keep trying to be our best self in front of them not intentionally, but we are happy to do things we would have never done. And then, those someones realize the selflessness and start taking it for granted, behave in the wierdest possible ways, hurt, shatter you into pieces and once we gather it all together shatter you yet again ..... Ooops, i wavered to the darker side.. Keeping that aside focusing on the beautiful things.. How many times we have disliked a food item initially but gradually as we develop a taste for it, the liking for it grows and then we just get fond of it. Sounds strange that i am comparing food to people, but somehow food is also so important, at least for me.. the foodgasms, the moment I eat/drink something delicious I heave a sigh, a sigh of satisfaction, a sigh of divini...

She decided that she won't write about the voice for a while but this part of hers was the only thing that she always wavered on. What was the voice to her? To be precise, the voice was her own part, something that came from within, something that was in her, in part, in full. So much are they intertwined that whenever the voice used to be emotional, she could feel it right in her. But the voice has build a bridge between hearts with a door on it and closes it every now and then, and the door is opaque so she cannot see anything but the heat and the cold passes through that door and keeps freezing and warming her heart. Maybe its one way, that the rising and dropping temperatures of emotions pass from the side of the voice and move towards her, its sometimes a breeze sometimes a typhoon... Whenever that door is open, there is so much light, warmth, tickles and suddenly the door starts to close, the creaks of it can be felt in the Voice, when words turn to monosyllables and ruder ...

Yesterday, once again she and the voice flowed, flowed about this flowed about that. This time she was a little less conscious of the words she was choosing to talk to the voice as the system in her is automatically adjusting to that setting where the words are consciously chosen but yes she was faltering at times and then she quickly corrected the words. A few times, unlike other days, she asked him to hear her completely as the voice always continued to say what the voice wanted to and most of the times made it a point that she agreed to the opinion of the voice. There are always these moments when she talks to the voice where she travels back to certain times with the projection of certain images to her brain connected to events (which could have turned to moments). Things that she hated to do, still went ahead to do as she thought the voice would like it and maybe, just maybe this time the voice will be cordial, will talk properly without criticising her that she didn't do thi...

And the phone rang when she had switched it on from aeroplane mode to give a final check at the whatsapps and sms's and missed calls. Before the night befell, the light of the screen created a dawn. Looking at the unknown number she picked it but the voice was not unknown, it was a voice well acquainted to, well adapted to, a voice that she heard almost everyday in her mind. After staying speechless for a while, because the mind started to find the correct choice of words, came a belated wish of a festival. Conversation started with the hows to whats to whens and it just flowed. Flowed but the mind was constantly conscious of the words to use lest it irked the voice on the phone, lest it invited a situation she had to explain using more words, creating more irritation for the voice. Somethings made her choke, somethings made her numb, somethings made her quiet, but the girly giggles continued. A few updates by her and the usual 'I m too busy' from the voice, the conversati...