prose: meaningful conversations

i love conversations. my idea of a perfect evening is a group of friends hanging out together, at a cozy eatery having nice, warm food while it's raining outside, and having a nice chit chat, instead of a night out at the club, where you end up all sweaty and tired and your body smells of smoke.

or a moment with a confidante, telling each other secrets or your present state of mind. from these conversations you get a wealth of (useless?) verbal knowledge like say, why is a country so reputedly rich like Brunei maintains a low profile.

i have many memories of such meaningful conversations.

these sessions of 'meaningful conversations' come from:

i)meaningful conversations
talks about family, about how we view ourselves, anecdotes from our past, about our ambitions, about our plans

ii) meaningful person
a person you have a liking to, who wins your favour, or simply your best friend, your confidante

iii) meaningful groups of people
an ensemble of people, that with a certain combination, intentionally or unintentionally strikes up a memorable evening

iv) meaningful places
on the rooftop, the water tank at the academic building, secret loft in a dormitory roof, on your backs, underneath the stars on the cricket turf, railway stations, alfresco dining areas, cozy eateries (like A&W PJ, Hua Mui Cafe at Jalan Dhoby JB, lounge at The Regent BB), your communal living room, your freshly-mowed lawn while having a nice small barbeque.

thus, in the end, i come to realize that what i call 'meaningful conversations', does not mean 'conversations'. sometimes non that was being spoken is remembered. it is the scene. how i walk from that scene feeling content. it is not made up of merely 'conversations', it is the company, as well as the ambience.