Tuesday, October 25, 2005
as promised...
This was one of her first pictures she sent me. This was the first time I saw her. The first impression was that she looks pretty. But there she was, just another girl, someone in Pakistan who is trying to make friends and trying, testing waters, to find a life partner.
She was for me a new chat friend, someone I can talk to a few days with interest, someone I can share lots of things that are on my mind about myself, about my life, about my future. Someone with whom I can talk about her interests, her family, her friends, her life, her way of looking at the world.
While travelling on a bus, when I see someone standing in front of me, I think for a few moments about the life of that person... the story behind that face, what they do for a living, who all are there in their family, where that person is going or coming from. Talking to her was a similar kind of an experience.
So, as promised, we met again the next day... to talk about our lives, what we do, what we really want from life, what we have been through in our lives, what we expect, what we think about everything. I was getting to know more and more of the story behind this face. The surreal and the calm, the mischevieous and at the same time simple, the honest and at the same time mysterious, the common and so maKhsuus face.
We talked again for hours... to talk again another day...
