the transient twilight

"I was blabbering some crap in my head. And I just wanted to get it out of my system. So I spoke out. To someone. Anyone. I imagined someone was listening. You. When I finished, I suddenly thought of my old dictaphone. And the little cassettes. And I thought, "Why, I could have recorded that!". And then do what with it? Send the cassette to you? Even my phones these days have a recorder. May be I could save it up and send it to you. May be you could listen. But then you would be busy. And then you'd forget. Much the way you forget most things, more often than not. And then I'd ask some time, every now and then if you'd heard. And end up feeling unheard all the same. Perhaps, I can still record it again. But then again, that would remain unheard. It's somehow infinitely better if you are heard. Listened to. At times if only by the walls in a closet."

The Random Li'l Girl, was suddenly interrupted by some passing thought, some very important, unnecessary distraction, as she was reading from "Opposites"; she turned to the last page. They were unfinished. She wondered why; and quickly turned her attention to the remaining piece of work.

At some point she thought of the old - what was that, that something that played you music records- those black discs..
She switched on some music; and read a little more..

".. In stead, I prefer to listen to some favourite old songs. Some of them uncannily remind me of some of the songs that were playing in my room, one evening while we were in some dreamy, faraway land; and I was tapping my foot to it, turning as I did so towards you. I had been thinking- "Why not?", and I was going to hold out my hand to you and ask you to teach me to dance like you had said you would like to the other day. You interrupted me before that- "That's not how you dance to this number". And I quit grooving..".

The Random Li'l Girl looked at the date on her desk calender and shut the book.