I am sitting in a coffee shop sipping a hot cup of Cappuccino and there is a lot of hustle and bustle around. I try and concentrate to make some sense out of what appears to be a mere clamor in the beginning. I try and focus on the conversations.
In one corner a guy is talking, loud enough to be heard by everyone and not really moved by the stares people are giving him. “Maybe he is sitting with his girlfriend” I think, but then by the occasional looks he is giving me, I believe her to be his “just a friend”. This guy is cribbing about his job and his boss and is going on and on without bothering about his friend and her bored expression. I am not sure whom to empathize with so I move on to another set of conversations.
Right behind me are two boys talking in their local dialect (Gujarati) and all of a sudden heavy US accented English replaces the local touch. Oh, a US returned Gujju bhai! They are discussing about the US economy and the down sizing happening in companies. I smile and move on.
A group of young boys and girls seem to be having fun looking at other people and passing some or the other comments. A girl in the group is rubbing her finger nails together. Seems like a fan of Baba Ramdev who suggests doing this as a daily practice to improve hair quality. I am wondering if I should do the same from tomorrow and then move on again.
Next is a young guy in his early 20’s wearing a sweat shirt of NUS, spiked hair, spectacles and face red with pimples. Looks the very studious kinds. He calls for a Latte and is now watching some Bollywood song on the TV across. His expressions show how amused he is. I give another look and move on.
But I don’t seem to be hearing anything else now as my own thoughts have kick started a conversation with me. I am thinking, rather taken aback by how simple things are around- the easy flowing conversations, the sweet smiles, the serene faces; everything is just so simple. Life is so simple; we just complicate things around us. Time for me to leave now. I’ve paid my bill and just as I am about to move out a cute looking old couple walks in hand in hand with their own stories to tell and their set of sweet conversations...
Thought for the Mood:
“Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated.”
(I also feel the limited your desires are, the simpler your life gets.)
“The simplest things are often the truest.”
(I think of my parents here- simplest and truest.)
