Why do I love long conversations?

There is something mysterious about words. The way they find their form from the infinite number of combinations from a limited collection. I am amazed by how every word, every single meaning and the very tone, the pronunciation a word can embed in itself and yet remain humble enough to lie among all its fellow mates. 

There is thing about conversations. They might not be pleasant all the times but still they invigorate you to add something to yourself. For example, consider a conversation between a child and an aged person. They both may not be able to talk but still they say thousands of things. Yesterday, it happened that I had taken out Joy for a walk ( For those of you who don’t know who joy is, he is my 5 year old yet to grow up dog), I saw a pram that was being pushed by someone about the age of my grandfather. He was so excited that I, even Joy could sense his excitement. The pram he was pushing had an adorable little girl in it who wore a pink dress. Her grandfather said, ” See, a Dog.” And she rolled in excitement in her little pram. Eye contacts between them spoke the necessary. 

Yet again , I saw a conversation. A child had come to her mother, all dirty with mud. He stood there and listened. 

As I passed by, I heard what she said. “I just got this shirt for you and you made it a mess.” ” I will wash it mumma.” He said. “Go wash your hands, I had prepared noodles for you.” She said. 

Conversations are something rarely we notice because just like air and water, we have taken it for granted. Distances both of space and time, have introduced yet another form of conversations- texting

I was introduced to texting by my school friend, during the days when SMS used to rule. We used to text. Hi bro, how are you?, tomorrow  we have this test, did you see Pokemon? Simple, basic and yet complete. I was so excited, waited for it to arrive on my fathers phone that sometimes I used to sleep with it. It was sheer joy to see a SMS arrive. He was my first text buddy. 

Fast forward to college life. I was gifted a smartphone by my parents. The first things that came in it were games. It was my ritual of inducting something in the family. It is now as well. My elder brother told me of something called Whatsapp. I had fun installing it, making some use of my phone number for the first time was refreshing!. My friends were already used to it and they started sending me texts as well. LOL! OMG! IDK! WTF!. These were certainly out of my space. I was reading these words for the first time in my life and just like a confused fellow, I turned to my bestfriend. He was my saviour, he sent me a complete list of all the abbreviations used in texting. 

People don’t have this much time to type in complete words, they must be really busy, I thought. 

After my share of good amount of texting, I came to a conclusion that it is not my cup of tea. I used to get infuriated when people sent me those corpses of words in convenient little boxes that I have caught the wrath of many people. I even remember telling a girl, the first girl I ever started talking to, I cannot understand these abbreviations ,can you please use complete words. She was humble enough to acknowledge. There were at times when I wanted to speak so much but the other person would send me a LOL and I would be turned down. 

The magic of words is slowly eroding away with every LOL or an OMG. 

However, after a great amount of torture at the hands of abbreviated textors, I thought let me do something different. I have never used these abbreviations because murder of language is something so brutal. It’s like killing away your tongue with your own hands, chopping it of its vigour. 

I have always liked conversations that last more than blink of an eye. It may not be long in length but yes intensity, tone, hue matter a lot. I want to have a conversation in which you may not even need a medium, it just flows, like light in vacuum, like wind through mesh. There mustn’t be a constriction in it’s flow or else it is not a conversation. The weight of words, the way they sound, the way they should be used, change the complete aura of a conversation. 

                 “WTF!” 

                     Or

” Sorry, I cannot do this.”


See the difference. 

I am a miser when it comes to speaking with a person I have met for the first time or especially a person of opposite gender( and let me tell you I am horrible) face to face. Texting does fine in these situations. But when a person knows me and I know them, I change. I had conversations in which I have cried like a baby or made the other person to do so. I had a conversation that made me throw away all my distractions away and focus on things more important. I had conversations that broke my heart, laid me grasping for air. I have loved a person over a conversation, hated a person in a conversation, grew more respect for a person, was scolded over and even scolded some people so that they leave things behind.

I am not a big fan of short conversations. I don’t want to know what happened to you in the day. But I want you to describe everything to me like a movie, so I could imagine you as a hero traversing through the length and breadth of the story. 

I don’t want a list of your hobbies. Although, I would love to know when you got a sore ankle while you danced, the audience that came in your performance, the dress that tore off, the hard work that went preparing for something. I want to see that passion in your eyes when you describe me something. 


Passion fuels human beings. Brings them to life. Motivates them to be someone they desire. 

I want to hear you speak, so I could absorb each and every word of you, could feel that heartbeat pumping when you remember your grandmother or a brother that stays away. 
Words are something mysterious. They can give birth in you something extraordinary. They need to be felt, questioned upon and above all, must be respected because for every invention, every discovery this human life has been capable of, is the gift of words, language, tone, speech. 
Without words, we are just animals. We may know how to survive. But leaving a mark won’t be possible.


I am in love with long conversations. 



Are you?

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63 thoughts on “Why do I love long conversations?

  1. A very interesting and good post people don’t talk anymore. My older translates text for me all I understand is laughing out loud everything else is confusing. A conversation is very important without words what is a person’s soul if it doesn’t speak

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      1. That is very true talking now is so different they use words that are not even in the dictionary. It is crazy but I guess to each is own

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      2. Yeah it is, I guess some aren’t interested in getting to know the truth or people anymore. This is a nice post I enjoyed it Harsh.

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  2. There is something very stimulating about good and genuine conversation…it adds to your perspective and leaves you in a happy and creative state of mind. Though I don’t mind the use of acronyms sometime, but the overuse does get on to me.

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    1. Sach main Radhika ji. Everybody now is so busy, or I must say pretend to be so busy ki baat karne ki bajai text Chohan pasand karate hain. Family get togethers are diminishing day by day. People today use slangs that they think make them look cool infront of others.

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  3. I was for a moment worried today may be I had bombarded you all with my radio. but then.. I am relieved now. Do I love conversations.. am I in love with it.. you tell me, Harsh.. I’d love to know what you have in mind.. 🙂

    Brings out the joy, the angst .. ! but I am happy you wrote it.. I can go sleep well tonight.

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  4. I agree. Long conversations about any and everything. It’s not just the words for me, it’s the voice speaking the words and the mind thinking the words. It’s easier for me to create a lasting bond with someone if we have long conversations.

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  5. I am in Love with this post! You kept my attention fully and for me that is rare. Every single thing you wrote is true, truer than true! Im not a texter have turned people off because of it but Im okay with that. I have my cell phone to utilize when needed. I have been away from facebook for the past 8 months or so now to only have relationships with people that I actually have relationships with. Bumping into people I know at the store or gas station and catching up for 5 or 10 minutes to me is much better than reading their status updates every hour on facebook and knowing just way too much information other than seeing their faces and their expressions. I want interaction i want hugs and laughter not information. Then I turned to this blogging site to seek out a more positive experience and boy oh boy have I found it! All of the reading I do here it lifts my spirit and I walk away feeling lighter somehow. One more thing..I have this liddle I guess you might call a pet peeve when people type Christmas as Xmas. It almost hurts my heart in a way! hahaha! no kidding! It’s not a religious thing it is I feel like if they are so lazy they can not type such a word completely they are lazy in other areas of life. Like they don’t seem to have appreciation for all this life is……funny right? how I could read so far into to something so small? All I know is I had fallen victim once upon a time to the ‘omg s and the wtf s and thankfully learnt to love words again for all that they are all that they can be! Thank you Kumar for a most excellent post! Do you mind if i reblog this? 🙂

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    1. Maureen I am so humbled by your comment. Nothing can be better for a person who has written something that the reader appreciates what one had wanted to say. By writing so much for me you made my day. I cannot tell you the length of smile I have right now. And about this thing, you and I share the similar concerns. I am nowhere active except WordPress. I had as well stopped using Facebook long time ago. I usually call people I miss because hearing their voice brings back so many emotions. You can share a hearty laugh or get scolded by a friend for something stupid. Hahaha.
      Yes you are right Maureen. Christmas in itself carries so many emotions that a simple Xmas is injustice to the spirit of Christmas.
      Maureen, I suppose nobody can stop you from doing anything, so who am I in front of the Glitter Woman. Hahaha.

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      1. Excellent! Glitter woman! See now I really love this because no matter where you go in life years from now when you see glitter you will think of me! I am so glad to have made you feel so good from my comment! That makes my day!
        And that is exactly what it is! An injustice to the spirit! Perfectly put!
        I’ve a feeling you and I Kumar could have conversation one after the next over the good reasons and even better results we’ve experienced because of leaving facebook… I mean look how many we’ve had over glitter! A subject with some substance oh my goodness! Endless possibilities! hahaha! 🙂

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      2. Yesterday only I found a bottle of glitter lying around. I don’t know why I put my finger in it. But my finger turned golden. Hahaha.
        Yes, Maureen Facebook grabs some moments like these from people like us.
        I bet whenever we meet, we will be talking like two long friends who have known each other for long. Hahaha

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