November 15th, 2011

At home


If there was one fantasy throughout my life until now, it is to fall asleep while listening to a beautiful male voice in my ears. It is a fairly easy fantasy to fulfill, listen to a soulful song where the voice is all empowering and nothing but the voice registers your mind and heart too, I guess.

The texture of the voice should be grainy yet smooth, deep yet not of the giant's, and an all permeating serenity, compelling me to fall asleep keeping aside all the thinking.

I remember telling my friends, I never ever really had a crush. I realise that is not true. Crushes I had, flings and some very long, supporting and kind relationships with the voices.

What is to be swept in a wave, caught into a tornado, fall into a deep deep abyss of  mellow voice! The bothering thought is just one, such a rush has become more and more elusive. I do not know if it is because those who rise from the world of warm voices have stopped reaching out to me or I have shut myself away from them.

Or maybe, I am simply growing up afterall. Sigh.