Skip to main content

A random face

Some random faces that we meet in yet random occasions leave a lasting impression. I am not a keen observer and things escape my notice because most of the times I am too engrossed in my own little world. But, sometimes as it happened one fine day, my eyes captured the sight of a face which still lingers afresh in my memory.

My regular routine comprised of paddling my cycle back and forth within the campus. A hundred faces paddled along but never did I mind them. My gaze was always distracted by little things growing by the road or the giant shaped clouds which formed shapes of all kinds. It was a sultry afternoon, I had to hop into the university bus to reach town where I had some task to accomplish. I quickly scanned for the available seats and hurried past a gang of students to grab a seat which was a window seat undoubtedly. Call it the sun or the fondling of the wind or the post effect of lunch, sleep overpowered me. Next, I hear a voice and as I open my eyes ,I see a face. That face with a smile seems to ask me something. What, I hear not. I try to zoom in but no, I don't hear anything and then the face blurs and I don't seem to remember the face.

The bus gave a sudden jolt, my head hits the window pane but i feel no pain. I look out confused and I see a hand comforting my head. I almost look at it bewildered. There, I see the face and flashes come rolling out of memory. Wasn't it the same face that spoke to me in my dream. Wasn't I dreaming? Panic seizes me.

The face yet again said something and I didn't seem to understand. I saw him speak but I heard no words. He stopped for a moment and smiled and signaled me something. God! How stupid i could be, I had my earphones on!

We both had a good laugh and in between what remained unsaid or unasked , that face stayed as a warm memory.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Reading between the lines

"Read between the lines",  I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am,  would you please elaborate? ",  I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted  self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
Post a Comment
Read more

What do you want to be?

While I was in my 10th standard, almost everyone I met wanted to know what I wanted to be. This question always perplexed me. From the lens of a fifteen year kid who was not yet sure of the changes which awaited in the near future, this question gave me nightmares. I would constantly sit by the mirror and ask myself, what actually would be my answer. My friends always had fancy answers at their disposal. They would confidently chirp whenever any one asked about it. What amused me most was, my friend who had no inkling to study Biology wanted to be a doctor and another friend who detested the idea of even cooking noodles, wanted to be a chef! But whenever they spoke about their wishes, they would always sound confident. And there I was, fumbling for words which refused to escape my lips. It was not until I entered Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya to do my plus two, I found my voice. The teachers there have a different way of viewing life. For the first time, I no longer felt the classroom...
2 comments
Read more

"My love is enough for both of us"

"My love is enough for both of us", she often felt those words ring in her heart. She finally had understood that life wouldn't always follow her designs. That people are meant to leave but their memories won't. She often had wondered how someone could love her to such an extent when that person had always known that she wouldn't reciprocate those feelings. How could a person stand by her when she always acted as a fleeting shadow. She never had given hope for she knew the pain of dejection but he kept hoping like a hopeless vagabond. How she wished that he would some day hate her enough to let go. She devised ways to free him from this web, she acted cold, turned indifferent, did everything he detested and she finally saw some changes. It was a relief, he finally seemed to take hold of his life. She could see him grow responsible. He finally it seemed was learning to love himself. Phone calls died, meetings subsided, they become known strangers. All this while ...
2 comments
Read more