This thought has always haunted me.
People you meet once
and never again in your life.
You have a static picture in your mind
of their face
the small conversation
their little story they tell you
the place you met them
in a bus, a shop, on the road
interactions not long
but meaningfully small
yet leaving a memory in you.
I think of all those people
I stopped by to ask for time
seek direction of my destination
or asking where I might find
food or a resting place
in an unfamiliar area.
Once and just once you meet them.
On a summer trip, I was looking for icecream
in a strange place off the highway
walked ten minutes to find a shop
where for that brief encounter
the seller made me feel like
he had known me for long
shared the history of that area
the migration and culture of the residents
before helping me with the right icecream.
Sometimes I wonder
if they would have enriched my life
were they part of my association.
Not scholars, not rich, but simple men
who bring you down to earth
and carve a space in your mindscape.
Sadly you meet them once in your life.
I feel it's so designed.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
This thought has always haunted me.
People you meet once
and never again in your life.
You have a static picture in your mind
of their face
the small conversation
their little story they tell you
the place you met them
in a bus, a shop, on the road
interactions not long
but meaningfully small
yet leaving a memory in you.
I think of all those people
I stopped by to ask for time
seek direction of my destination
or asking where I might find
food or a resting place
in an unfamiliar area.
Once and just once you meet them.
On a summer trip, I was looking for icecream
in a strange place off the highway
walked ten minutes to find a shop
where for that brief encounter
the seller made me feel like
he had known me for long
shared the history of that area
the migration and culture of the residents
before helping me with the right icecream.
Sometimes I wonder
if they would have enriched my life
were they part of my association.
Not scholars, not rich, but simple men
who bring you down to earth
and carve a space in your mindscape.
Sadly you meet them once in your life.
I feel it's so designed.
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