C'est la vie : That's Life

Yesterday I passed by my past. Friday morning in Bangalore saw an unusual spell of rain. I was on M.G.Road, waiting for a friend, to go shopping in City Market. Don't know what brought it on, but I had this uncontrollable urge for a softy cone. I walked down to the regular softy shop on Bridage Road, found it closed, and went into McDonalds. The rain turned into a light drizzle just then.

I had just stepped out of McDonalds, licking my vanilla softy cone, when I passed a couple walking in the opposite direction. I thought that was somebody familiar, and being very engrossed with my softy cone, didn't immediately pay attention. After several moments, it struck me. I replayed the last few seconds in my head. She looked as beautiful as before. I turned around and watched her walk away in the other direction, silently waving her a good-bye, trying to ignore the trembling in my legs, then telling myself, C'est la vie, and trying to mentally recite this poem I read recently.

It's written by Semone Akil Tabb, in which he has so clearly written exactly what I had wanted to say for a long time.

Like a thief, unexpectedly you robbed me
No more coldness within my heart
You changed it from dirty stone
Into a beautiful piece of art

To passion I had no vision
But you kissed my eyes and let me see
Another part of my rigid being
You so graciously set free
Emotions which I found foreign,
Seem to be a second language today
You taught me how to speak them
Within my heart they’ll stay

Like a thief, unexpectedly you robbed me
Stole my heart without a peep
I thank you for being so silent
My heart you shall keep

Mayur Poddar

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