My reality…

At a signal at mahalaxmi station, I saw her with a baby… she must have been around 13 – 14 years old at the most…real pretty little face… a strange kinda grace in her tangled and messy curly brown hair… big black eyes… and a weird kinda calm expression on her face… she came to my cab window and said nothing… she just looked at me… I smiled at her… she kept looking into my eyes… I held that contact for as long as I could… she readjusted her grip on the baby boy in her arms and held him close…she looked at him and then walked away… I watched her leave…and then directed my gaze back to the windscreen of the car…and it was so uncanny but there on the dashboard was a sticker of Yashoda holding little krishanji…and I could swear the expression on her face was exactly like that of the girl…and I was sure I was just imagining it and going crazy… I tried to be rational about it all but how weird is that… I did not take my eyes off that sticker for the rest of the drive…

A whole lot of questions come buzzing into my head…

How much of what we see is coloured by our emotional state?
How much of me is out there?
So how much is really there?
What is reality? My reality is so different from yours…
Can any two people see the same incident in the same way?
What did it mean? My seeing her expression as the same as yashoda’s? its got to mean something…but what?
Why do these things happen so often to me?
Do I make them happen?
Is it cos I’m always trying to link what I see back to my life?
Is it cos I believe that everything is intricately connected to each of us and hence how can it not affect us?

These thoughts have been swimming in my head like fish in a bowl… just round and round… endless… unanswerable…