"What's a soliloquy?" she asked, her eyes wide open like the mouth of a goldfish, hungry and restless.
"Its a talk, baby!" he reclined on the red sofa, "one that goes on and on, without any room for conversation". He sipped his coffee, "Can you imagine? One person...one voice...one topic...on and on and on...a looooong story...some hurried characters, jumping in and out...huh?"
"I wanna be in one of those, Gooodooo," she quipped. "And I want you to be next to me, in each little story in that story; we'll have a little house by the river, a small garden around it where I'll grow my roses - white, yellow, pink...red...I'll look at their leaves and learn to love them...You keep the flowers and I'll keep the stalks...in any case, we're inseparable," she smiled!
"Inseparable?" he took his spectacles off. "One handsome boy will come riding on the horse, look you in your eye and hold you by your hand before mounting you on his new-age vehicle and taking you away".
His eyebrows twitched, "Will you give him your roses then? You should..." he said, "if you wont, then I sure will," he smiled, "coz he'll feel its fragrance right through his lungs, deep in his soul."
"So," he paused, "are we inseparable, my baby?" he leaned forward.
She thought for a second, "Daddy Goodooo" she screamed, "Whats my name?"
"Huh?" he shrugged.
"I am AG...you're the G in me," she nodded, "on a horse...or with him...or in my new garden...in this city...on the rooftop...in outerspace...I will always be a G no daddyyyy?..." she cleared her throat.
"Sooooooooo...its a never ending soliloquy..." she stood up, walked upto him and kissed him on his forehead, "we ARE inseparable...coz...i am you...understood?"
"Its a talk, baby!" he reclined on the red sofa, "one that goes on and on, without any room for conversation". He sipped his coffee, "Can you imagine? One person...one voice...one topic...on and on and on...a looooong story...some hurried characters, jumping in and out...huh?"
"I wanna be in one of those, Gooodooo," she quipped. "And I want you to be next to me, in each little story in that story; we'll have a little house by the river, a small garden around it where I'll grow my roses - white, yellow, pink...red...I'll look at their leaves and learn to love them...You keep the flowers and I'll keep the stalks...in any case, we're inseparable," she smiled!
"Inseparable?" he took his spectacles off. "One handsome boy will come riding on the horse, look you in your eye and hold you by your hand before mounting you on his new-age vehicle and taking you away".
His eyebrows twitched, "Will you give him your roses then? You should..." he said, "if you wont, then I sure will," he smiled, "coz he'll feel its fragrance right through his lungs, deep in his soul."
"So," he paused, "are we inseparable, my baby?" he leaned forward.
She thought for a second, "Daddy Goodooo" she screamed, "Whats my name?"
"Huh?" he shrugged.
"I am AG...you're the G in me," she nodded, "on a horse...or with him...or in my new garden...in this city...on the rooftop...in outerspace...I will always be a G no daddyyyy?..." she cleared her throat.
"Sooooooooo...its a never ending soliloquy..." she stood up, walked upto him and kissed him on his forehead, "we ARE inseparable...coz...i am you...understood?"
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