It was one wintry morning , like a polka dot sweater – grayish with snow flakes everywhere on it.
I ducked inside my favorite coffee joint to order white chocolate mocha ; that is something I relish in winter , without worrying about pounds , inches or calories , thanks to multi-layered winter ensemble.
He was at the corner , talking to three ladies, while sipping his regular latte. I noticed him everyday . You know , some people have that unostentatious elegance ; no one can ignore their presence , even inside a crowded coffee shop.
From the corner of my eye , I continued to study the room , it was okay to be an observant . After some time ,I realized I did not have enough skill to judge people from their appearance , even though it might be the easiest way to kill time. Everyone had someone to talk there , everyone had a story. I flipped through a Nat Geo magazine while listening to the people talk , noting that their conversation sounded much more interesting in their different accents. The theme of their chat was travel and food ,mostly; but there were marital woes , issue with child raising too. I closed my magazine and made an eye contact with the friendly cafe girl , asking without words – How long would it take?
She smiled while placing the tall glass on the counter and giving me the change , then suddenly looked at the gentleman at the corner , disclosing ,”Do you know she photographs and writes too?”
All of a sudden , I felt that the world was silent and the sunlight was on me , only on me. I heard it happens to the people who want to stay invisible forever and suddenly get exposed.
“What do you write ? ” ,he asked with a smile .
“Um! Mainly blogs. ” , I revealed.
I could judge him by his radiance and confidence . I estimated that he was somewhere between 80 and 90. And maybe he was a sailor who touched all oceans, or a scuba diver who observed the magic deep inside the earth , or maybe a nomad photographer who spent half of his life by the amazon ( not the dot com world) rain-forest. Whatever it was , I was adamant to believe he was more normal than anyone in the cafe.
“What is a blog?”
I kept telling him about a virtual world on the web with thoughts , opinions , views , memoirs of people ,without the help of any publishing house ; a place where wanderer souls put their favorite photographs and travel stories ; I described how blogging evolved ; how readers and reading progressed. As I kept explaining to him , his eyes shrunk and got lost into bigger thoughts .
Within a minute , I felt , maybe, blogging was too esoteric to understand.
So , I looked at my watch and ended the conversation, saying, ” I just go to places , observe people , take photographs and put them along with some stories on the internet. “
“Is it something like pin-interesting ? I love that new thing .It’s short and sweet , without big words. I pin my life there. ” , he had his pleased smile back .
I nodded and left.
I never felt so ancient till then.
I know ! Swamped! I felt so old with my blog love! 😀 Thank you , Marie. 🙂
Ha ha! He was , at least his smile said so. Thank you , Ree.:)
your welcome. was a pleasure to read.
Brilliant!!!! So funny!
😀 🙂 It is 🙂
Pinterest- much better than blogging – he must have been relieved after telling you.:)
This world is one wonderful place. 🙂 Thank you , Nadig. 🙂
Yeah! Pin-interesting ; I was too delighted to correct him. 🙂 Thank you for the readership 🙂
Thank you for stopping by,MK. 🙂
Really enjoyed it… Could picture myself there that winter morning.
oh it was really a nice concept to explain the definition of blogging 😉 – pin-interesting 🙂
As usual beautiful 🙂 LOve the photograph too 😛 🙂 ENvy the place where you live , it seems so magical 🙂