This document describes the speaker's conversations with various people and things they encountered. In each case, the speaker found themselves talking only about specific topics related to that person or thing, such as the gardener discussing plants, the businessman discussing markets, or the clouds discussing rain. The only time the speaker's talk had no limits was when conversing with the Creator, with whom they could discuss anything on their mind about life and the planet without restraint.

1. MY TALK HAD NO END
When I met the gardener; all I ended up talking with him was; a battalion of wild
shrubs and creepers dangling in tandem from the century old dilapidated wall,
When I met the businessman; all I ended up talking with him was; a myriad of
astutely commercial plans; a stupendously manipulative analysis of the present day
stock market,
When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him was; the handsome
strokes he executed in the marathon game; the astounding dexterity with which he
maneuvered the ball all round the court of voluptuous grass,
When I met the clouds; all I ended up talking with them was; the incredulously exotic
showers of turbulent rain which caressed earth full throttle; the heavenly reprieve
they gave our soil from the tyranny of scorching summer,
When I met the pig; all I ended up talking with him was; the daily heaps of
gruesomely stinking garbage; the insatiable gluttony he felt every single unleashing
minute of the day,
When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the murky side of life;
the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,
When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the sacrosanct repertoire
of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,
When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was; the nonchalant list of
boring policies he planned to evolve over a period of time; the relentless list of
portfolio's which he had ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,
When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an unending tale of
daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he had displayed while indefatigably
fighting for his home soil,
When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the latest trends in
contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing styles which he implemented to keep
his audience fully boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,

2. When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up talking with him was;
the bizarre cold experienced perennially at all times; the overwhelming agony of being
mutilated by austerely cold winds from left; right and center,
When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the unsurpassable sorrow
with which it was bestowed upon this life; the perpetual longing in its heart to take
birth in infinite lives; again as man,
When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the stringently
obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,
When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with her was; the
boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day; the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,
When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his countless ocean of
innovative ideas; the names of his publishers and the names of his cherished books,
When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up talking with him
was; the fathomless string of his life time experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of silver tears to well up
his eyes,
When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was; the inexplicable
tyranny that had confronted him when he was young; the step by step account of
how he had lost his precious shock of scintillating black hair,
When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her was; a mind-boggling
chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in my mind; a paradise on which I inherently
wanted both of us to exist for centuries unprecedented,
When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking with her was; the days
when I was a mischievous child; the colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly
listen sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,
While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without the slightest of
restraint and inhibition; talked for times unending about what I felt was my
perception of life; talked virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this
majestically boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY TALK WAS
INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.