Unscripted.

Words. Words and some more words. Meaningful, rarely. Always careless. We're thrifty with our sentences, our clauses. Some die and others pass away. They swoop past our ears and fly off our tongues without mostly meaning to mean. Steamy cups of coffee brim with the pungency of grounded, powdered beliefs while the heat carries our words across to one another. And names. We share the same names but never do I wonder if we share the same consequences of that pool of alphabets. Wouldn't it be so much better if we never had to use words to explain how and what we feel as our grays grow grayer and reds renege to maroons; without every thought trying to adjust its tone to the hues of these coffee-shop walls every second to second? If you just understood, with one contemplating glance and simply knew. Only knowledge... no words. But I guess the thoughts you read are a product of the words you choose to glue together.
Now we stare, blocking out the sounds of swinging doors, creaking floors and the hubbub that are words that we choose not to own, ones which never meant anything to us. We continue to look and search for explanations. But before you settle back into the armours I think I will open my mouth to speak, erasing fragments which will never fit into the human scale of words. I think I will use words again.

I think you are selfish. Very selfish. Enjoyment is banned. Of all sorts! Be happy. STAY happy. Take that frown off. It's so selfish of you to always put up that frown. Stubborn! I think I neglected you. You don't realise what happiness is! Stop binging. No wonder your new pair of jeans doesn't fit you anymore. You're still a child. I cannot leave you alone. It's too risky. I trust you. I don't trust you. I don't trust this world either. It's always a trial with you. You seem reserved that way. I don't mean to be rude but it's so surprising to hear your opinion on this. Oh, you didn't know? She's a feminist! I hate feminists. You smoke? WOW. I don't believe how much you've changed! But I think you just succumbed to peer pressure. You know what I mean? It's called the "labelling effect". We studied about it in Socio class. I don't mean it in a bad way but I don't think you really know what you're doing. They never let you decide for yourself. So controlling! They might never let you go. It's all so controlled. Do they sniff your clothes for drugs? Do they go through your school bag for cigarettes? I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to say it like that. But you know what I mean, don't you? I trust you (Laughter). Now that we're done with school, will your parents find a rich boy and have you married? How cute! You're all that I used to be five years ago. Oh, don't worry, you'll get there eventually. Get married. Get a boyfriend. Sex sounds like fun. Run away. I think you'll do well as an architect. Why don't you become an architect? Will they allow you to study law? Yeah, you should run away. I can't imagine how claustrophobic it must be for you! I understand. Really? You want to act? Will you be able to? Don't be angry yaar. Anger is a waste of time. But obviously you don't like rain! You haven't travelled in public buses in the heat. Who would with all the air-conditioned cars and classrooms? I didn't mean to be offen- ...really? You're taking this pretty well. I thought you'd just burst out with anger like you always do. But, oh well! You're growing up! You're Muslim? No, it just sounds a little ridiculous. I mean, I don't believe in God. Prayer is stupid. You believe in God? You don't look like the kind who would. You don't even say Bismillah before you eat. I just hope life doesn't turn out ugly for you because that is what happens to people who don't pray. You haven't been through half of the shit I have. You're so lucky! You seriously don't know what life is about. I just worry about how innocent you still are. Hopefully, life won't make you pay. I hope you don't mind. You know what I mean, don't you?