….We hear stories, sometimes, which talk of certain incidents or those casually woven threads of life, when we meet strangers, whose existence we are blissfully ignorant of, till that moment, and with who we participate in “Acts of ephemeral-yet-playful madness Or Flirtation-The Minimalist Conspiracy with subtitles in subtle body gestures or body language”, as if we were goaded by the moment to cram ourselves into such seemingly tch tch “forgettable developments in life which have no second chance”.
Such delightful encounters with humans from the world of opposite sex, enable us to relish a new quality of life, insisting that it could be, and must be discovered and savoured by everyone. Not everyone endorses this concept, but hardcore romantics like me thrive on such moves within life. The moment I awoke with this delightful discovery that “he looked at me, threw a glance of admiration, or he did have that gumption to lock his eyes with mine for a brief second and sustained that joy throughout the journey till the termination point, after which there was no turning – looking back, but to vanish into the crowds of the city”. I stumbled upon a great joy that I did not know how to describe; it was, undoubtedly, the joy of feeling myself alive, with him, in a world that has Azure skies (GREECE has such skies, playing in contrast with Virgin White sandy lands), whole, healthy and serenity, but it was something more: the joy that other people exist, they live, they move around with their friends, they enjoy the lighter side of life with them, despite being embroiled in the pressures of mundane life, that they admire a petite woman who walk elegantly and tall in mustard brownish green cotton sari, in the sea of “denim humanity”, that there are different seasons and that no day is just like any other…that, on the street, in the airport lounge, during the flight, one could enjoy the possibility of feeling immense joy and bliss of life (which unfortunately and invariably comes in tiny doses). With returning glances, he and I sensed that we were participating in an intense human space dedicated for playful souls, that we were part of this beautiful world, where strangers meet for a few minutes, for a few hours, admire each other subtly, unnoticed by the world around, it’s almost like both are in some kind of conspiracy of penning a short love story and then leave each other with one more vibrantly-hued meaning to life, to relationships, to silent conversations-blended-with-glances that happen between a pair of hearts. In some mysterious way, I am sure, we both are , now, feeling pleasant about having been admired by someone, having gathered yet another beautiful memory of a journey, which would have illuminated us internally, and there’s a still a tinge of blush on my cheeks.
And We would continue to remember vaguely, like some half forgotten dream, that this same thing had happened to us once before; it’s a story, which even the authors had felt intrigued about, at least once in their lifetime, and would have had gone through some kind of struggle as to how to terminate the story – the man meets the woman, or the woman tries to search for him or some other situation would soon be created so that silence between then-strangers-now-a-bit familiar gives way to a few smiles and a few words. What could be the best end for such stories? We may feel the urgency to know how it would turn out, if there is one more chance, so that we would sit there, in the same park, on different hard benches, and watch the swing of emotions……It’s human to fall in love with someone for a moment!
{to someone, a stranger who I met, who I glanced at, who was with his friends, travelling to Mumbai on 20th Nov, 2007. The flight had been delayed an hour and 45 minutes}
You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don’t know what to do,
‘Cause I’ll never be with you.
Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don’t think that I’ll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last ’till the end}
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November 21, 2007 at 3:18 pm
V
Very well written. Evokes the sense of a ‘first love’ and the natural connect you feel sometimes with someone in a very deep yet a flirty and ephemeral kind of way. Almost relived some moments I may have felt in quite similar circumstances with strangers.
November 25, 2007 at 3:03 am
jyothsnay
Thank you V.yes, at times, we feel that natural connect with someone about who we dnot know anythign about and along with comes such an irrefutable, unavoidable sense ofurgency to get introduced self to the stranger’s world.perhaps, it signifies the ability in us to stay as an open space of feelings/emotions for others, for others to come in n comment (subtly) at our world…just like the famous saying goes..People won’t remember what you did.People won’t remember what you said.But people will remember how you made them feel, (about themselves, perhaps!)
I love that wholesome excitement of being admired at / by, admiring someone so much that all the thughts, the whole existence seem to gravitate towards him/her for that moment as if the moment’s meaning and life are being sucked up to the brim..it .may sound silly, not being grounded, so what, bouncing up and down around the fluffy light clouds,following the trail of blazing sun painting the water-bodies in Gold, skipping over the green meadows, golden brown wheat/ paddy fields, does have an influence, “Love is in the air”!realism strikes when one moves away from that someone, rushing down the stairs to meet one more deadline on Mother loam
February 14, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Anonymous
my dear woman who travelled in Seat 27A
Do you know that Mattias IA Eklundh — Freak Guitar: The Road Less Traveled has a pleasant sounding number “The Woman in Seat 27A” ?
🙂 wonderful isn’t it? it happens sometimes to beautiful people like you.wht would you say if you meet this guy one more time?
March 11, 2008 at 5:39 am
jyothsnay
interesting trivia-culture
I did not know that…have no qualms in drawing out an ignorant face across
thank you
July 9, 2008 at 8:52 am
Jet Airways
No one can forget the first love and this seems happened in the sky..oh God! unforgettable…