Strangers are Friends

 

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.

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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.

 

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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? I thought. Perhaps European, not English. Since he doesn’t exude that firm, sophisticated, slightly luxurious, a teensy bit cute yet so warm Englishness quite that heavily. Okay, maybe I overdid that description! Anyway, let’s agree on a single fact. 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.

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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.

 

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~/> Has Life brought you a fresh breath of strangeness yet?  😉

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  1. I loved it too! Really beautifully written! I am always so happy when I see people smiling, talking to each other) but, there are some bad moments either. For example, I was in the subway the other day and a man in his 50s came up to a strange woman and started telling stories she was not interested in. She probably was way too morally right to tell him something like ‘go away’ or ‘I’m not interested’. And so she stood there, with the ‘help’ expression on her face. I do not think that was very nice of him, or she enjoyed it. But, agreeing with you, it is very nice to say hello, have a good day to a stranger and enlighten his/her day)))

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    1. Thank you Summervinn.

      Yes, there can be awkward moments as well! 🙂

      But we all trust in the underlying goodness of mankind when we step across our threshold and say hello. Most of the time, I am rewarded for my effort with another strange tale worth telling. And sometimes, Strangers surprise me beyond my Wildest Imaginations.

      Good Day to You !! 🙂

      We were strangers. But now we’re friends. Aren’t we? 😉

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  2. Another amazing post. Your writing are so poignant and….. amazing. After reading your posts you don’t seem like a stranger anymore, more like a friendly acquaintance. I definitely wanna read more. ☺️☺️☺️

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  3. You certainly have a smile from me, Nova! And what an excellent name for a scientist! You look for new truths, and you are brilliant like an exploding star. Your blog hooked me when I read your little piece about Rosalind Franklin who has long been a heroine of mine.
    I’m so glad you’re having the opportunity to train as a scientist. You must have worked extremely hard to earn the chance to follow your dream. Well done!

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    1. Thank you, Penny…

      I am grinning like a fool over here, reading your words. 🙂

      I would say it was more of God’s Grace rather than anything I did to deserve this wonderful chance.

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    2. Abraham Lincoln said,
      “And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”

      That’s why I love Rosalind Franklin. To do something meaningful and make your life, as short as it may be, truly memorable.

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  4. I’m glad you give the glory to God. He has surely opened the way for you. But, in addition to that, you must have worked very hard. You, too, deserve praise for what you’ve achieved!

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    1. Thanks for your kind words.

      If only you knew… Then you would have understood why it was a miracle indeed. 🙂

      I am glad I made it this far. I have no idea what I would have done if this didn’t work out! Research was always my Dream…

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  5. And, now that I’ve read ‘About the Author’ more carefully, I deduce that your given name is Irene, or Eirene, or something similar. And that is even more beautiful perhaps than Nova!

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