I was sitting at the mall with a cappuccino in my hand. Sipping it slowly to sooth my sore throat, when I noticed this girl - just about my age - sitting across me. Looking blank, staring into nothingness. She was alone; but that wasn’t what caught my eye. It was how sad she looked. As if someone had broken her heart or she had lost a friend. I am very sure I wasn’t over reading. Her eyebrows were drawn up, her shoulders bent forward, her lips just so ever lightly drooping.
I sat there with that privileged coffee of mine and wondered what she was thinking about. How her life must be so different from mine. Is it better that she doesn’t have to live my limbo? Is she living her own limbo? Isn’t life really about all the little limbos we are stuck in?
I then noticed the man next to her on the bench; surrounded by shopping bags; he looked tired, worried. I noticed he was noticing me - odd, but I guess thats natural. A woman came by and added a few more items to their purchases while he waited.
I shifted in my seat to make space for a g.dad. He was thrilled to have found a place to sit. He seemed filled with energy and did seem like someone who would roam the whole mall twice at twice the speed - only if his ageing body would let him. His g.daughter - I presumed - came by and exclaimed in Telugu about a store behind us and rushed off to check it out while gesturing in agreement that she did in fact have her cellphone.
During this time, the man across me had left and the girl - the salesgirl was on a call, smiling, blushing a little even - eyes fluttering btw level and the floor, her fingers running to tuck her hair back. It was a pretty scene - a girl in love, an emotion of extremes.
I sat there with that privileged coffee of mine and wondered what she was thinking about. How her life must be so different from mine. Is it better that she doesn’t have to live my limbo? Is she living her own limbo? Isn’t life really about all the little limbos we are stuck in?
I then noticed the man next to her on the bench; surrounded by shopping bags; he looked tired, worried. I noticed he was noticing me - odd, but I guess thats natural. A woman came by and added a few more items to their purchases while he waited.
I shifted in my seat to make space for a g.dad. He was thrilled to have found a place to sit. He seemed filled with energy and did seem like someone who would roam the whole mall twice at twice the speed - only if his ageing body would let him. His g.daughter - I presumed - came by and exclaimed in Telugu about a store behind us and rushed off to check it out while gesturing in agreement that she did in fact have her cellphone.
During this time, the man across me had left and the girl - the salesgirl was on a call, smiling, blushing a little even - eyes fluttering btw level and the floor, her fingers running to tuck her hair back. It was a pretty scene - a girl in love, an emotion of extremes.
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