Wednesday, 8 July 2009


Every day, we catch glimpses of other people's lives. Sometimes, a whole scene is acted out in our view, as if we were spectators to the play that is their lives, but more often, we catch only the briefest of moments, as if we were flicking through a photo album showing different people set in different backgrounds on every photograph without knowing who the depicted people and where those places really are.

Not all of those glimpses are nice (see; some leave us indifferent, and a precious few make us smile.

Here are the last two that made me smile:

During my usual lunch break walk, I came past a young woman, almost a girl still. She was pretty and curvy, with long curly hair, and wearing tight-fitting jeans with a t-shirt in the Brazil colours green and yellow. A young man was walking the opposite direction. He had ultra-short hair and a lanky walk. Once the two of them were past each other, maybe 20 steps apart, they both briefly turned their heads back to look at the other one, and immediately back again, when they realized they were both looking.
It was such a normal thing to do - to cast a second glance at someone who strikes you as attractive - and yet somehow... charming.

I walked on, and my mind started spinning a possible continuation of that micro-story, how those two could eventually act on that instant of mutual attraction, stop and talk to each other, and take it from there.

The second glimpse I caught at the station where I wait for my train every morning (stations are a good spot for observing people and later writing about them, it seems).

A train that does not stop at the small town where I work was in before mine, and people went on and off as usual. Just when the doors were closing and the train was set to depart, an elderly man came rushing up the stairs. When he saw the closing doors, he stopped in his tracks and gave a resigned shrug, his shoulders visibly drooping now.
The conductor saw him, calling out and waving him to the one door he was still holding half open, and then extended his hand, helping the now smiling man up the steps and onto the train.

This time, my mind was making up a background story for both the man and the conductor, with the reasons why the man wanted to catch that train, and what made the conductor stop, wait for him and help him.

None of these glimpses will ever make it to a full story, I suppose, but at least the young woman in the Brazil t-shirt, the young man with the short hair, the elderly train passenger and the conductor have now all been eternalized in this here my blog.

And who knows - someone might even read it.


  1. Wie geht es Dir, meine Schwester? Heh. I thought I am the only one on this side of the Cosmoverse to observe such "minutae" and then inevitably wonder the why's and wherefore's.

    So, that makes another reason why we adopted each other eh ;) Thanks so much for sharing this with us. Bless the conductor for being so thoughtful by doing what he did.

    Anyways. Vielen herzlichen Dank for dropping by the Marble :)

  2. Liebes Schwesterlein,
    I am doing ok - getting ready for the Big Day which is Saturday's CityRun and the first time that I participate in such an event.

    And vielen herzlichen Dank an dich not only for leaving a comment here among the endless babbling of a mind that sometimes just doesn't know what to do with all the stuff anymore, but also for providing me with reading material on the Blue Marble almost daily, ranging from the funny to the fascinating (and sometimes both in one entry).

    Whenever I come here and see on my dashboard that you have written a new entry, I dash (hence the term "dashboard"...) over and read it :-)

  3. Meine liebe Schwester -- So I wish you all the very best for the CityRun! It must be a very exciting prospect for you since your making your debut :)

    Will you blog about it for posterity?

    Vielen herzlichen Dank [I really like this phrase, it is truly heartfelt which even its English equivalent can't match] for your kind words and gesture for dashing over :)

    You know, many moons ago, I aimed to bring joy and laughter to the Blue Marble. And it is a real pleasure to be able to do so presently. And at the same time delighting the greycells of like-minded individuals :D

    If you may allow me for a wee gloating. It is not easy to be both funny and fascinating at the same time. To be able to do so is not just an achievement but an accomplishment. And I must acknowledge that I was motivated to do so by the support of my readers :)

    May I then have your permission to use the phrase "ranging from the funny to the fascinating (and sometimes both in one entry)" on my blog?

    Again, good luck for tomorrow and prends soin de toi :)

  4. Of course, dear Schwester, you can use the phrase - it refers to your blog entries, so it is practically yours anyway!

    A question I meant to ask many times but always forget when I reply to your comments: is there a way to comment on your blog? If there is, I have not found it yet. Regardless of me wearing the fattest specs for miles around.

    Yes, I am getting a bit excited about tomorrow, actually. And since I have been babbling on already several times about running in my blog here, you can be certain there will be a "conclusive" entry after the run - and I promise it will be honest, even if I'll be the last runner to get past the finishing line!