The little talkative boy used to talk a lot about what he thought. There was only one ear for him to listen. An old man he called grandpapa, was the only one who loved his thoughts. The only one who, listened to him in a careful way.
The boy told his story about his newest thought. Grandpapa was sitting close to window looking out to the landscape outside while there was no sign of attention he was thinking carefully about what he was telling. He used to be quiet while he was talking but the boy was always waiting for the end that he told his ideas about what he had thought. To him it was the best part of his life. Moreover, it was the routine way of their meetings.
He loved thinking maybe not because of the beauty of thinking itself but because of the words, he used to hear from this old man after each conversation they had.
What grandpapa told him was leading him to newest things. It let him to think over them and build some thing new on them.
The last time he was talking with him he had wonderful ideas. He was so pleased with himself, and what he had discovered. He was talking too fast because he wanted to hear his ideas sooner. He finished but there was no reply from grandpapa but a smile and a gesture of his hand showing him the exit door!
He thought that maybe he is tired and needed to rest so he left immediately.
He tried to think about some thing new. Nevertheless, it was not easy. It was years that the advice of grandpapa had shown him the way to new things.
He could not find new things but he could not go to him with out new things. It was a secret rule between them and he could not break it.
It took a lot time until he could find some thing new or in other word a good excuse for meeting the loving grandpapa.
He went to him and talked for an hour but at the end, the same with last time happened.
What had happened to him? He asked himself but could not find any answer.
However, the fact was that he loved him so much that could not forget about him easily. Therefore, he continued thinking. He was used to the new situation and he was happy that at least grandpapa was listening to him.
The last time he was talking with him he realized that grandpapa is looking at him enthusiastically, with a great smile. Then he realized the way he is looking at him was very different from former time.
With this new look, he had realized that some thing must had been changed. Then he saw himself in the iris of grandpapa, he was not that little boy anymore he got older and maybe it was the reason of that strange look.
Therefore, he supposed it was a new trick of grandpapa.
He continued to this way with this hope that he was listening to him as he did before. However, it did not take much time until he realized the reason of his silence. The poor old man had become deaf, and he could not hear his ideas any more! He just pretended listening to him but it could not be continue forever.
He realized all this time he was talking in vain to void. He was not able of hearing him.
It took a lot time until he could understand what has happened to him, he was a lone and it was the only fact.
He had two choices: one to forget about that nice old man and live his life without him and the other to continue his life in this new way with out any reply.