what about the people you come across everyday? Do you care to pause and guess their story? How much do you decipher about their life from what you see?
I saw this man, elderly, in the dining hall of the hotel i was staying in. I was there for complimentary breakfast; I assumed he was there for the same too. Plain, nothing mystical about his appearance or behaviour. He was with this woman, almost half of his age, could be his daughter, could be anyone else, no one knows. She had an American accent, so much that even her Bengali sounded a lot like English. He sat there, in the table at the corner of the room, ordering food he’ll probably never finish. What distinguished him from what my mind thinks inn plain, is that for the three days that i saw him, I noticed he always avoids sitting on the seat that faces the window. “You know i get uncomfortable when i face the window”, he says to the woman he’s with. Why i never knew and probably never will.
The little girl in the metro, jumping along with her father, probably on the way home from a half in playschool. Innocent, unaware of how fast life sometimes gets, so much that no amount of painting can catch up to its pace. But she’s happy, even in the crowd, she has her father’s hand to hold, and what else does a girl of five need?
The Sardar uncle from the grocery store, one side of his spectacle frame is broken, he hasn’t fixed it yet. Probably earns just enough to maintain his family, after all the debts that people take and all the bills that need to be paid. Maybe fixing the broken frame is a luxury, not qualified as a necessity yet, probably will never be. Yet he smiles at anyone who stops by at his shop, adjusting his spectacles like they’re windows to the world outside.
The lady sitting next to me in the e-rickshaw, talking on the phone to someone about taking a half day on Saturday because it’s Holi. Who doesn’t like a day off from work and spend some quality time with their family? I think she’ll ask her seniors at the office. I hope they give her a holiday.
People are so interesting, with their never ending stories and intricacies.
I am glad to read some of them.