T for Talk!!!

I love to talk. Talk, talk and more talk. There are two types of people. While one is the listening type the other, talking type. I belong to the talking type. While I realise the importance of listening, I enjoy talking more. S being a good listener (or pretender), my talking only increased and never stopped. 

The first day of my school, I remember the class leader saying, "hey girl, why are you talking like a chatter box?" I shut the chatter box only to open in few minutes. When I look at people who don't talk much, I always wonder, how can they be so quiet? I can't even for five minutes! I pretty well know the problems associated with talking too much. But let me tell you the benefits.

• Talking heals. Talking helps. Talking relieves that stress one carries on their shoulders.
• Talking doubles your joys and halves your sorrows. It is always better to talk and express your anguish than to not talk and be aloof.
• Misunderstandings can be cleared by talking. If you are silent, the other person will never know what you wanted to say.
• When you are deeply stuck in the problems of your life, no one is going to come and give a hand to rise. You talk and get help.
• Wondering who to talk to? Your spouse, sibling, parents, best friends or any person who you can confide. If you think none of them can help, then a counselor.
• When you are angry, talk. When you are sad, talk. When you are happy, talk.
• Why do suicides happen? Because people don't get help on the right time. They had no one to talk to.
• You want favors done? There is no Alladin lamp that you can rub and genie will appear. Ask for them.
• Word has the power. Let positive words flow.

Before y’all run away bored with my lecture, let me give you an example of the power of talk I experienced. A friend gave me this bamboo before moving to a different city. It grew and grew and grew. So tall. Now, was my time to move. I didn't have the heart to give it to someone else. I carried it in the flight and some chipmunk pushed their luggage to squish it at the corners. It broke. I didn't lose heart. I kept talking to it. Please don’t die. Please. Please. I taped it at the broken twigs. It was only dying. I sensed a rotten smell. I got it to work and placed it next to the other plants. It stank even more. I removed it from water and washed the roots. One would puke on that stink. I still hoped and talked to it everyday. I washed the roots twice a week. Then I cut off a bigger branch that broke and rooted it again. I would ask my colleagues to talk to it as well. I noticed a tiny leave after a couple of weeks. My talk worked. My plant listened to me. Look how it almost died and is living now :)

This was the dying bamboo with broken twigs :(

The stem on the left most side was once a branch of the right most one.