Yesterday was having lunch at canteen with my friend. The same old routine. Buy the coupons, get food and have it at this huge place teeming with people. All crammed up, people even waiting for the tables to be free so that they can sit an finish their lunch..
There is this constant hum of the thousands of voices chatting away over lunch. And yet you can hear yourself and have a conversation there. It just hit me then..
The ppl around, each one has a story attached. The group of youngsters who were having food together laughing and discussing some funny incident, sharing the experience.. though they looked so alike.. were so different after all. They had their parents, siblings, friends, loves.. stories from different parts of their life.
As my friend suggested "a hall filled with overlapping stories".
What a way to describe ppl. The way I look at a person changed for a few moments. Instead of a human there was this whole collection of stories. Kind of an aura.. You look at the girl sitting next to you silently having her lunch. What story she has. What about the boy who was standing in the line.. what about the fellow before. Suddenly it was this flood .. instead of the people milling around u could see this halo and a image of the person they represented as the kernel.. Wanted to peek into those lifes.. the pain, the happiness, the incidents that made the person what he or she is today..
*smiles* Someday may be someone will have the power to do so..
