Thursday, December 01, 2005
Coffee with a Stranger
Finally, the time had come... She sat there in spotless white... calm, sweet and innocent. Her little dimple showed when she puckered her lips to sip on coffee and her eyes looked lost. Wot was she thinking? Did she even care to know more about the person she wud be spending her life with? Or was she the kind to risk it all and see what life had in store for her?
Ive always wondered how it would be... sitting there in front of that stranger, sipping coffee. There is not one thought that would stand still in your mind... millions and zillions of questions popping up. And yet there would be an apprehension to ask so many of them... for fear of being judged !
And I searched... searched in desperation for something in her that cud enthrall me ... I surely did not find any love in her eyes... there she was... sitting with simple plain expectations from life... Yet those expectations had not been voiced. Was I supposed to understand or was there a mysterious book in circulation that I failed to get my hands on before I confronted her?
She had already started gazing out of the window at anything that was moving... ANYTHING to keep her eyes from crossing paths with mine... And it was just 10 mins before, that we had met... we were already out of topics to talk about. Were we really sane in planning to spend a whole lifetime together?
And as the anxiety grew, my mind kept racing through the questions in my head... filtering out the ones that would be appropriate to ask in the first meeting and prioritizing them back n forth. And everytime I ran through the list, I would end up with absolutely no questions to ask ! All questions were either too personal to ask on a first meeting or had already been answered during the 1st 10 mins of conversation.
Soon the ordeal was over.. Time was up and formalities dictated that we bid farewell. 2 days later people lend a keen ear to hear the verdict after the meeting. And during that brief confrontation, the whole meeting flashes in front of my eyes. I really dont have anything against her to deny a lifetime with her. But I also dont have anything to look forward to a lifetime ahead with her. So after thinking a little longer, I say... "Maybe some other person".
And the cycle just repeats...
Ive always wondered how it would be... sitting there in front of that stranger, sipping coffee. There is not one thought that would stand still in your mind... millions and zillions of questions popping up. And yet there would be an apprehension to ask so many of them... for fear of being judged !
And I searched... searched in desperation for something in her that cud enthrall me ... I surely did not find any love in her eyes... there she was... sitting with simple plain expectations from life... Yet those expectations had not been voiced. Was I supposed to understand or was there a mysterious book in circulation that I failed to get my hands on before I confronted her?
She had already started gazing out of the window at anything that was moving... ANYTHING to keep her eyes from crossing paths with mine... And it was just 10 mins before, that we had met... we were already out of topics to talk about. Were we really sane in planning to spend a whole lifetime together?
And as the anxiety grew, my mind kept racing through the questions in my head... filtering out the ones that would be appropriate to ask in the first meeting and prioritizing them back n forth. And everytime I ran through the list, I would end up with absolutely no questions to ask ! All questions were either too personal to ask on a first meeting or had already been answered during the 1st 10 mins of conversation.
Soon the ordeal was over.. Time was up and formalities dictated that we bid farewell. 2 days later people lend a keen ear to hear the verdict after the meeting. And during that brief confrontation, the whole meeting flashes in front of my eyes. I really dont have anything against her to deny a lifetime with her. But I also dont have anything to look forward to a lifetime ahead with her. So after thinking a little longer, I say... "Maybe some other person".
And the cycle just repeats...
