I love strangers. In a good way. 🙂
The way a person totally unknown unravels their thoughts and lets you in on their soul is a beautiful thing. I wish I meet someone new every single new day.
Yes, sometimes we might use our abilities in reading people for our selfish ends or worse, to judge them. I am not talking about those trashy habits anyone might have. I am referring to a rare trait where you are excited and refreshed by seeing a person for the very first time. And when I say ‘see’, I mean ‘see into their heart’.
But just the other day… I was walking through the campus. My eyes were on the flowers on either side of this green path. I was happy because of a certain crazy reason. And here comes a guy – respectable looking, probably something heavy on his mind and definitely a PhD student.
I say, “Good Morning”. He walks by. Takes a few seconds to process my greeting. That’s okay. So far so good. Then he opens his mouth and ruins the moment.
He says, “Do I know you?”
Oh, come on… Can’t you take a hello from a fellow earthling? I wished him a ‘good’ morning. Nothing bad people!!
I would rather admire somebody who is pretty informal and willing to exchange a ‘hi!’ in a conversational style than Mr. Dignified who is uptight and marching about in a military parade. I have realized that the most brilliant researchers turn out to be the ones who are simple and down-to-earth. In fact, that applies to everybody. It is the universal law of people reading!
Anyway, there’s still hope for humanity. I find a smile in the most unlikely of places. And I cherish it… One day I was out of the lab with two of my friends to get coffee. On our return, I was waiting for my friends to catch up when I saw this mystery of a man walk by. I had seen him before on campus and wondered what he was up to.
His hair, unruly and grey, goes with his fluffy looking, although overgrown, natural grey beard that hides his neck from my sight. He has a walking stick which he doesn’t seem to be relying on. So out of place probably but feels just about right, at least for my eyes. He has a tall demeanour. I don’t know if he really is. Somehow, I am sure he is a bird watcher or a wildlife photographer.
Is he English? Perhaps European, since he doesn’t exude that firm, sophisticated, slightly luxurious, revealing-some-worth, teensy bit cute and strong but warm Englishness quite that heavily. He is a stranger. Adding more strangeness, making his own contribution, to my world. No, Our world. 🙂
Yet, I had never got a chance to hear his story.
I said “Good Evening Sir. Have a Nice Day!”
He says, “It IS a nice day.” “If I were your teacher and saw you sitting in my class today, I would definitely ask you why you were holed up in here on such a beautiful Spring day as this?!”
“I would be delighted to be your student!” I say with all my heart.
He smiles. The smile of a kind man.
He is working in a start-up company. He has no idea what Unit he is from. I don’t think it makes much of a difference to him. When I mention that I am from Molecular Biology and Genetics Unit, he says he loves Biology.
I am certain he does.
I can see it from the way he looks around. No, the way he sees. Everything.
Makes me believe he is every bit part of Nature.
Like I am. Like you are…
“It is so beautiful when Spring blooms and the withered trees are no more welcoming you.”
“I have never had a Winter. Where I come from, we don’t have that kind of winters.”
One day, I might.
So that I can know Spring for what She truly is.
~/> Has Life brought you a fresh breath of strangeness yet? 😉