You enter a grocery store. It’s not a store, practically. It’s a 4 bedroom apartment on second floor, you see lighting can be difficult hear. It’s a bright buld won’t reach its potential, due to blocking walls hear and there. Every room has one blub, that covers some part of the room. Owner didn’t see a need for two bathrooms. Wall connecting bathroom to a sort of hall is collapsed, commode is intact, colored with green,pink and blue. And there were bathroom products around it for sale. Smart i must say.
It’s a two storie building, the door you face when you see the building is always locked. Owner stays there i guess.
You enter the store, you look around. Your are off from work, looking forward to munching something while on YouTube till night stricks. There are people around. There is this 5.2 lady around the corner of the shelf, i know her, well i know name of the character she played and her profession. She leaves the reharshals faster than me, that surprises me. We had like one conversation in three month period of reharshals. She is an architect. I had like 4 dialogues with her in the play. She has this standard smile, it’s a smile with absolutely no emotion. Formality smile you can call it.
I heard her having normal conversation with few of the other actors. No that i know what’s going on in her head but, she has no problem talking to people i believe.
Looking at her in the grocery store, it made me realise how much i am like her. I am her in many lives.
I never really had a chance to know, what people perceive of me. In general, they think i am sad.
I don’t know her, not really and it kinda bothers me. As a matter of fact, i made no effort in first place. I never substantially cared. it only bothers me in a sense that, if everyone can write poetry, world would be more dramatic place. I somehow, feel that only way to justify what you go through in life is to share about it. Give us some drama.
All i am saying is that, if that women has a blog, i will love to read it.