Observations.
A few days back, me and my dad went to get our new scooter, it’s a pretty one. Dark blue with gold accents. While riding back on the scooter, we stopped at a signal. It was a busy day and we seemed to be waiting forever. To me, we waited 20 minutes, could’ve been more, could’ve been less. remember just looking around at the people crossing by and just then, on the sidewalk I saw this man, he was tall and lanky. Dressed in what I think was a blazer, but it was probably just a black jacket. His pants, also black came till just above his ankles. His sandals were brown and covered on the top, they reminded me of my father’s. He had gray-ish hair and was balding a little. He was walking fast and hurried but suddenly, he looked back, his face looked tired, he held his and out. Out of the crowd emerged a woman.
Dressed in a pink saari — faded purple — and and a similar blouse with green entricate work. She was much shorter than him and significantly behind untill he held out his hand to her, she too as talking in short but hurried steps. She had a tight and neat brain in her oiled hair, she held up her saari with her righthand so I could see her thin light brown slippers. She was wearing a bit of gold jewellery — I could see it sparkle a bit off her ears when she walked. Then suddenly, with a swift movement she held the hand he was holding out.
I realised that they were a couple, I wouldn’t have thought they were if I hadn’t witnessed the scene. Even thought it wasn’t something I was expecting, for the next 15 minutes or so, they stood there and they waited; for the traffic to stop, to cross over, patiently. My dad said something half-minded and hilarious, a joke like dads make at times and I got distracted.
I never saw the couple again, but I think they did finally cross the road.
— Giaa-Marie Raj
P.S. — I don’t get out much and this entire scenario felt like looking into the lives of people I don’t know. Like a story waiting to be written, stories have fascinated me from a young age and the lives of others interest me a lot (not in a creepy way I promise). This was just a really nice trip and I treasure it.
(sorry if there are spelling mistakes, english is not my second language)
