She used to babble a lot, always ready to pounce on the opportunity to speak. While speaking, she seemed to be in a hurry, as if she had so much to say & would fall short of time. While being with people - known or less known, silence used to trouble her. Sometimes, she talked rapidly in such an excited manner that she was almost incomprehensible.
She was not unaware of it. She did not like to speak much. But she could not restrain it.
But whenever she was alone, she used to braid her thoughts in hours long imaginations. Imagery gave her much more solace than utterance. Because in her welter of words, her actual feelings always remained ulterior. Her reflections were somewhere eclipsed by her words. Within, she had so many things unvoiced. She wanted to speak, to speak a lot in a real way.
She was not unaware of it. She did not like to speak much. But she could not restrain it.
But whenever she was alone, she used to braid her thoughts in hours long imaginations. Imagery gave her much more solace than utterance. Because in her welter of words, her actual feelings always remained ulterior. Her reflections were somewhere eclipsed by her words. Within, she had so many things unvoiced. She wanted to speak, to speak a lot in a real way.
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