Not all is lost; not all is lost. In a market nearby, two elderly men walk up to a table. As they place their food down, the younger man goes off to get drinks, instructing the older man to watch their food. Pigeons swoop around the area, city vultures looking for unattended tables. Its wise to keep a look out. The older man immediately fails. He walks away to get something. More food perhaps? Cutleries, the more obvious choice. One by one: pigeons appear. They gather around the table, inching closely towards what seemed liked hard earned food. The older man was too far off by now. The other guy was nowhere to be seen. As hope fades away, it brings impending doom. Suddenly, the younger man dashes back, frantically waving his arm to ward off the birds. Fluffing and huffing: giant sized bird of prey- the pigeons arrowed off, still hungry, still scavenging. The younger man looks around. With looks of disappointment and a sense of relieve, he beckon for his friend to stay put at the table. They have a quick conversation, possibly about not wanting to eat pigeon infested food. He runs back to the drinks stall to complete his order while his older companion sits down, probably in slight guilt. The older man dust the table, arranges the trays in an orderly fashion- making it tidy and easy for his friend to sit and enjoy his lunch. Then he looks around for the nasty pigeons, making sure they dont trick him again. His friend returns with both their drinks. He looks at his older friend, still looking around, back and forth: food to pigeons, pigeons to food. Lets eat says the younger man, and like clockwork, the older man begins synchronously. The younger man, looks on at his friend with endearing eyes. Not eyes of lust or of a condescending nature; but of appreciation and respect. A look of love and a deep sense of gratitude. Maybe its age. Or maybe its simplicity in its most beautiful form. But there is something peaceful here. I see it. He feels it. He takes the straws put it into their drinks before siting down. He re-arranges his tray so he could be closer, takes a silent sit, and asks whether the food is alright. He continues looking at his older companion, smiling and cherishing this moment, even though its just lunch. I sense that he is happy to be in this moment. Just as I. As I write this, I ran in awe of the simplicity of things around us, and the little stories that exist between our sight and ears. In the corner, a couple walks past me. The men tells his partner to go ahead and buy some tickets. She asks in alarm why isnt he the one buying it. He points to the sky, saying I dont want you to get wet, please walk under the shades, I will go get the car. And just like that, it begins again. Nothing is truly lost in this madness.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 07:23:01 +0000
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