Hi, I see you every day. On my way to office. On my way back home. When I look out the window of my room. Through the rain-streaked windshield of a taxi. Walking, running, arguing, laughing, crying, hurting, loving, praying, begging, living. I don't know you, but I wish I did.
I have often wondered about the lives you lead. It could be very similar to mine, or so very different. Does someone wait for you at home? Or do you step across an empty threshold. Do you play with your son, make love to your husband or wife, or do you sink into a chair, battle weary, before digging yourself out to dine on whatever can be prepared with the least amount of effort? I have often wondered about things that are of no business to me, because I so desperately would like to know you. In this teeming city of millions I would like reach out and touch you, and feel how your lives vibrate. Do you yearn for tomorrow, or do you not want the night to end? What are your hopes, what are your dreams? What makes you get out of bed when you wake up in the morning? What drives you through the day?
You know what I would love to do? I would love to talk to you. I would love to know your story, and don't tell me you don't have one, because I don't believe you. You are alive. You have lived. You have a story. You have tales of how you lost the ones you loved and met the one you are in love with. You have been a good son, or an angry rebel. Slowly, the world has tried to shape you, and you have sometimes struggled, and sometimes relented, until you have come to be the unique combination of qualities, personal traits and quirks and beliefs that make you, YOU. You have battled deadly enemies in the school playground, and suffered heartbreak and loss in college, you have suffered humiliation and tasted glory in your profession. You have looked into the eyes of your child and seen your dreams coming true. Or perhaps you have done none of those things. Perhaps you have faced all those situations, but they have been so different for you that you cannot conceive the emotions I have been describing. Either way, your life is what the epics are made of, and I would so very much like to know you.
Thank you for listening
Anirban
13 comments:
there are stories everywhere in this city, and in every city, every town in the world. stories on the streets, stories inside cars, inside trains, buses and on all other vehicles. there are stories in the making inside an apartment that you can see from the road, stories inside a living room or bedroom that you can see through its windows. everywhere people are making stories, ending stories, fabricating stories or simply being a part of an intricate plot, without much scope to do anything or just out of helplessness. i know about these people, i think of them all the time, i wonder what's going on in their lives and i so want to know their tales, their dreams, their hopes, their desires and their sorrows. these are the souls that make 'a people', these are the people that unknowingly, or sometimes knowingly become the inspiration for a movie, a book, a poem, a painting or a song.these are you, these are me and we are everywhere. these are the people without whom the world would seem dull, boring, lifeless. they all contribute to the greatness of mankind - each in his/her own way. thank you so much for writing this, you've actually (and unknowingly) put my thoughts into words. i love you.
This is admirable, I know now that humanity exists even in the rush of our cities.
Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful.........
That's really all i can say.....
I have felt like saying those exact things to so many people ... thanks for expressing these feelings to them(and us...'cause we are 'strangers' to you you too) on the behalf of a lot of us.
ressaphwhat do you find to be more exciting, in this journey towards a stranger?
the thrill of the unknown, unraveling and understanding that secret ingredients that makes him/her unique?
or is it the solace of being able to touch another heart and find out that we share greater degrees of connection than one thinks?
i can only guess, it must be a bit of both... wonder which one is a bit more!
Well, I'm really confused to write anything! I all of us have stories...but the quality that makes a great writer is present in you. It's not only your use of the language... there's something MORE! It's about humanity. It's about loving people and having a crave to hear their stories. This is what makes a good writer!!! I love it! I really really love this post!!! I think Sneha made the best comment here...it's "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!!... that's all I can say."
Very Very well written post, Sir. Have any more letters-to-the-air lined up? Would love reading them too! ;-)
very nice post. these stories escape us everyday- but are so poignant!
yeah we all have a story....liked it
Your piece describes it all.. I'm so glad I found it. Beautiful written : )
I'm secretly in love with this guy I have been seeing in the metro on my way to the office. For the past two years I am seeing him almost everyday. I just can't take any action..don't know why. We have eye contact and I know he has been noticing me. But still.. I can't do anything but dream of him.
If I may, never let opportunities pass you by. Please remember, years from now, you are never going to regret the things you did...
Yes, everyone has a story. Inspiring, dull, insipid, engaging - never mind the type, there is always a story and there will always be. But, you will not find many who are willing to listen to the 'stories' of others - and even if they do, they are either being sympathetic, or overtly critical. They don't 'empathize' - something you do, and that line of thinking is reflected in this write-up. This is truly a heartwarming piece.
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