Blog :The Incredible Adventures of Nocturne Noire in the Massively Populated Blog World
Date: 9/6/2012 11:35:48 AM
There is a couple in the apartment complex where I live.
He is bald and chubby. She is tall and curvy, a dusky Malayali beauty.
Most evenings, I see them taking a walk around the apartment, holding hands. It’s a lovely sight from my balcony, second only to the beautiful colorbursts of sunset. She in her long black skirt and a sleeveless top, he in an airy lungi. They never stop talking.
Today I saw them outside, walking along the road, holding hands (a rare sight where I live). They were lost in their private little world, she was chattering nonstop.
I would have said hi, had they been able to tear their eyes off each other and look at other living organisms around.
I’m a little worried about the thought process in my head.
Are they married? Looks like they are. But then why are they still so happy? Perhaps they have been married only for a little while. Or maybe they are not married to each other. Surely they are not from here. Where does this beautiful courage come from, to be blissfully in love and walk hand in hand in one of the most conservative places in South India?
How did I lose my belief in something so precious and beautiful, the most intense interaction one can have with another living, sentient human being? How disappointing and soul-crushing it is to operate from a place of fear. How very wasteful!
Is it so rare for two autonomous, free, evolved(ing), unfucked up individuals to recognize and choose each other, help each other grow and flower and be lush and be alive? To live this tiny little bubble that we call life, before it bursts?
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