Ting ting..
I turn around wearily on a late Friday evening on my bed to the call of my mobile to find a text. I hit the open button and instantly the mass in my head that is suspended in some fluid reads the message in "an imaginary" voice that resembles the sender's, of course with an imaginary tone attached.
It's not just me, but most of us have this habit, to read any text, books, messages, mails in an imaginary voice and tone. If the words are from a person in our life, it's a lot easier to imagine the voice and we add an imaginary tone to the words which is most of the times clouded by the current state of our mind.
This interpretation of our brain always amazes me. When the book talks about a murderer and a victim, a cold voice and a frail one keep reading the print and a chill runs down my spine, the sensuous words on the print makes me imagine silky voices of a couple making love and I imagine the voices in a courtroom talking inside my head. I can hear the passionate words of Cullen to Swan in my head, those of Dumbledore and also those of Langdon but in a voice that my head creates.
I turn around wearily on a late Friday evening on my bed to the call of my mobile to find a text. I hit the open button and instantly the mass in my head that is suspended in some fluid reads the message in "an imaginary" voice that resembles the sender's, of course with an imaginary tone attached.
It's not just me, but most of us have this habit, to read any text, books, messages, mails in an imaginary voice and tone. If the words are from a person in our life, it's a lot easier to imagine the voice and we add an imaginary tone to the words which is most of the times clouded by the current state of our mind.
This interpretation of our brain always amazes me. When the book talks about a murderer and a victim, a cold voice and a frail one keep reading the print and a chill runs down my spine, the sensuous words on the print makes me imagine silky voices of a couple making love and I imagine the voices in a courtroom talking inside my head. I can hear the passionate words of Cullen to Swan in my head, those of Dumbledore and also those of Langdon but in a voice that my head creates.
When a mail pops up from my boss, I can hear her irritated tone in my head. But if it happens to be a breezy day for me, the voice of my boss sounds breezy too!!! No wonder we mess up sometimes, since there is so much talking in our heads.
To end the story with which I started this post, my head interpreted the whole text in an irritated tone of the sender's and I ended up calling the sender just to realize that my head had messed up with me!!! The voice in me not just amazes me, but also bugs me sometimes.
good one :)
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