Conversations in Chennai

You know what I think? 
I think we're all made of conversations. Not small talks or gossips, but conversations. 
Often interrupted by a pressure cooker, an empty hallway, an old scooter, cutlery in a restaurant, a passing train, the sound of waves, a rickshaw, busy streets, Tamil radio in a cab, announcements at the train station, a long siren... but then somewhere in between those noises, I realise what our conversations were made of and what we made out of them.
Chennai '18