HI there,
Guess what! This is really annoying right? Ms.Talk and Mr.Tact have broken up. When God almighty created them, he meant them to be together, forever. Now that Mr.Tact has left Ms.Talk, it’s not the same anymore; earth is no more the same paradise.
Those were the days. Miss.Talk used to be one of those radiant beauties. She could take your breath away with her flirtatious hellos, leave you in a laughing fit with innocent comments or make your day with helpful suggestions. She could be boring at times with her long monologues. Nevertheless always harmless, with a motherly charm to set things right, finding solutions to most problems. She could ease an ailment with a simple “It’s alright” and pick one up with an “It will pass”. Yes, Miss.Talk was important. People loved her, yearned to have her in their lives. And now oh gee, look at her!
She is vicious. She goes around bashing people with her spiteful tongue. One would think twice before indulging with her. She can leave you hurt, anxious, depressed. I was shocked to see this change and it left me wondering. What had she lost? Why is there no more the depth of sense in her? Where has the beauty of delicate poetry disappeared? Why does she even exist in such a meaningless state? I pondered and I pondered, till I found out. She had lost her tact, her Mr.Tact.
And oh boy! Did I find out the hard way? I suspected something was amiss when she repeatedly came to me asking about the baby I had lost prematurely. I did not want to talk about that. But she was highly inquisitive, adamant. She wanted to know. “Was it a boy, was it a girl, how did it happen?” I don’t know I said, and walked away many times, switched topics deliberately.
And then I knew that Mr.Tact had left her. My suspicions were confirmed when she overwhelmed my poor soul and wished me on my birthday (was it wishing at all? Not sure) .She reminded me time and again that I was born on the same day my grandpa had passed away. He passed away on my 15th birthday, for the record. I didn’t want that to be told, at least not on my birthday! For God’s sake, I tell her, if my Grandpa is watching us, he would not want you to speak like that to me, not on my birthday! He taught me to celebrate life and what are you reminding me about – “My birthday or his death?” And so, that’s how I found out her dirty secret. Ms Talk and Mr. Tact had broken up.
Dear Mr. Tact, if you are reading this, please go back to her. She is no more the same without you. The world is no more the same without you being together. Please please, patch up with her.
With Kind Regards and lots of hope,
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Guess what! This is really annoying right? Ms.Talk and Mr.Tact have broken up. When God almighty created them, he meant them to be together, forever. Now that Mr.Tact has left Ms.Talk, it’s not the same anymore; earth is no more the same paradise.
Those were the days. Miss.Talk used to be one of those radiant beauties. She could take your breath away with her flirtatious hellos, leave you in a laughing fit with innocent comments or make your day with helpful suggestions. She could be boring at times with her long monologues. Nevertheless always harmless, with a motherly charm to set things right, finding solutions to most problems. She could ease an ailment with a simple “It’s alright” and pick one up with an “It will pass”. Yes, Miss.Talk was important. People loved her, yearned to have her in their lives. And now oh gee, look at her!
She is vicious. She goes around bashing people with her spiteful tongue. One would think twice before indulging with her. She can leave you hurt, anxious, depressed. I was shocked to see this change and it left me wondering. What had she lost? Why is there no more the depth of sense in her? Where has the beauty of delicate poetry disappeared? Why does she even exist in such a meaningless state? I pondered and I pondered, till I found out. She had lost her tact, her Mr.Tact.
And oh boy! Did I find out the hard way? I suspected something was amiss when she repeatedly came to me asking about the baby I had lost prematurely. I did not want to talk about that. But she was highly inquisitive, adamant. She wanted to know. “Was it a boy, was it a girl, how did it happen?” I don’t know I said, and walked away many times, switched topics deliberately.
And then I knew that Mr.Tact had left her. My suspicions were confirmed when she overwhelmed my poor soul and wished me on my birthday (was it wishing at all? Not sure) .She reminded me time and again that I was born on the same day my grandpa had passed away. He passed away on my 15th birthday, for the record. I didn’t want that to be told, at least not on my birthday! For God’s sake, I tell her, if my Grandpa is watching us, he would not want you to speak like that to me, not on my birthday! He taught me to celebrate life and what are you reminding me about – “My birthday or his death?” And so, that’s how I found out her dirty secret. Ms Talk and Mr. Tact had broken up.
Dear Mr. Tact, if you are reading this, please go back to her. She is no more the same without you. The world is no more the same without you being together. Please please, patch up with her.
With Kind Regards and lots of hope,
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