Just musing about the people I’ve seen again and again but never really known over the 30 years that I’ve been visiting Chennai.
Smiles, some bright, some hesitant
Sometimes just a faint flicker of recognition in the eye
Sometimes a happy greeting
Sometimes just a glance at a face that’s familiar
The faces, once young, now lined with life
Stories never shared or even whispered telling in those lines, smiles, greetings, and glances
We know each other and yet we don’t
We’ve seen each other and yet we haven’t
Moved along in our paths with smiles full of hope and good cheer, or just sighs of acceptance, resignation
These meetings of ours
Mere moments in our journeys, yours and mine, will happen again and again
Till you or I fade away someday
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