Sometimes, I think up scenarios in my head. By now, we all know I have a thing for all things romantic, so of course most of the scenarios are blindingly romantic ones.
Like when two strangers who live opposite each other, by the simple machinations of chance, go to the window at the exact same time one day and get stuck looking at each other there – the man, with blue china mug of hot tea and, the woman, with a book and her hands in her hair, just loosed out of a lot of crochets. I imagine myself as a passerby, just headed to an eatery down the street and looking up at a strangely coloured bird in the sky, when I get invited to this lovely scene. I imagine watching the man lift his hands and mouth “hi” before sitting beside the window to drink the cup of hot beverage in his hands, his eyes as steamy as the cup being lifted to his mouth. My eyes go all the way to the woman and notice how her eyes widen and her lips broaden into a full blown smile. I smile too and send special thanks to God for the chance to be let in on this very romantically opportune moment, until my legs connect to a big pothole of muddy water. “Ooof!” goes my voice, flip-flap go the ashy coloured birds around the area but when I look up, the man and the woman are unbothered by the rest of the world.
Sometimes, this is what conversations look like – a caress of eyes, someone’s perfume on the wind, the breeze playing with the texture of a person’s hair or just the colour blue on a mug going up to the most tempting set of lips. Sometimes, this is how love creeps up on us, suddenly; slowly; but sure. Sometimes, this is how we dream things up while taking a picture with a blue hue and a mask covering the rest of our face.