One foggy morning...

Walking to a new place every morning has become a routine for me. Unlike other days, I went with my friend, to a distant walk. It was all foggy and cold. Nevertheless, with our pace, we hardly felt the cold forcing us inside our very bones.

The destined location for this morning was somewhere far, remote and uphill. We walked starting from seven-thirty. On our return, we felt like we ought to drink our morning tea. There were lots of small restaurants in every hooks and corners available. We went to a small restaurant as our final choice. We really wanted to grab something to eat but not today, because both of us have forgotten to bring in enough cash. So we decided to leave with tea only. While he was making good cups of hot tea, my friend played music through her cell phone……

Then he was there, right before us. Just opposite to the restaurant we were having tea, working in a restaurant. Oh boy! A working man! From the good one meter distance, I can see that he was in his early twenties and good-looking. A man working in family restaurant wasn’t just an everyday sight to see. He was making ‘roti’ with his hands. Measuring the dough size and then shaping out for round rotis. His face didn’t show hesitancy. I kept on watching him make two to three rotis. He really didn’t mind to make some more.

The stillness of my body and the calmness of my mind tend to forgot what my friend was playing beside me, as if silence has silenced everything around us.

And he might have side saw us because he tilted his head little to our side and I instantly looked somewhere else. Gosh! My eyes were quick enough and my heart sank with relief. Again, I kept on looking and looking him with wonders and amazement.  Just then, a woman saw us. And I saw she was looking at me in my eyes. Her eyes were talking, ‘How dare you to look at my son?’ So I put down my eyes with some guilt. After that I really didn’t dared to look at him.

This is a poem for me and for him happened on one foggy morning.

Many men may come across in your life

But rare, good ones are hard to see, find and get

The man you saw today is just a passing by stranger

Who would leave his imprints in your mind and heart

And nothing more will be remembered than that…..