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Your deep tender voice is my weakness!

rajrouj

rajrouj

I am a college professor and a world citizen. I am also the Founder and Director of the Center for Acquisition of Language, Literacy And Culture (CALLAC). I love all people, and strongly believe that all people are the same, regardless gender, race, color, religion, ethnicity, history, geography, culture, language, intellect, background or wealth. I am against inequality in all forms and shapes, firmly a pro women issues, fight against violence and harassment to women, everywhere, at home, at work, and on the streets. I want to see all peoples of this world become one. Perhaps through communicating with each other we can achieve this.

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It’s Sunday evening, everything is quite except for Chopin’s Nocturne in C Sharp playing in the background. The piano piece starts with an ubrupt octaves giving you the impression that the piece will progress in stern upright military like posture. But just right after these two octaves, come the twirling notes played by the right hand. The notes are pitrouetting and whirling and in return my senses and soul are twirling too, pitrouetting and whirling as if in trance. I love the feeling though it’s interfering with my drawing. I was drawing noses yes noses for practice. The least romantic feature especially when drawn in isolation.

The piece goes on and on and this time the repeated notes sound like birds chirping at day break. The whole Nocturne is putting me in a trance. It brings to my vision streams running, gentle winds flapping the leaves and tree branches dancing with the tunes. It felt like paradise has suddenly took hold of my living room.

All of a sudden I hear my phone notifying me that I have got a voice message I checked and it was you. I wanted to open the message but hesitated out of fear it would be a mundane message from you and I would be disappointed expecting something more.

So I decided to wait for a while before opening the message.

Some minutes went by, Chopin’s piece  was still playing. I had set it on endless repeat. I took some deep breaths and opened the voice message. And oh my God I was NOT disappointed. I heard one of the most tender deep romantic voices I have ever heard in my life.

Oh God why are you doing this to me? Deep tender masculine voice is my weakness. I melt when I hear such a splendid voice. My heart started flapping along Chopin’s twriling notes. And my soul started dancing pirouettes.

I asked you to continuously talk to me like a parent talking to their loved one into comfort and sleep. I asked you to talk to me always.

Nonetheless, I have been pondering why I am getting myself hostage to your voice and pleading you to make me hear it again and again. Am I gettin addicted to your voice?

(Sunday memoirs)

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