The Real Reality-The ‘Grey’ Night on a Greyhound!

Posted by on Oct 7, 2009 in Travel Tales | 0 comments

The Real Reality-The ‘Grey’ Night on a Greyhound!

This one is from an old blog I used to maintain a long time ago. The blog is erased, but few of the entries remained.

From one of my earlier “journeys” it is:

Once,long time back I spent six hours of an overnight Greyhound ride sitting across the aisle from a couple who had just met when they sat next to each other that night. And apparently discovered that they were two halves of a sundered whole. Or something like that. Or that was all that I could figure out within their murmurs and deep breaths. When we hit El Paso, they were going to part ways. She was going to Flagstaff, and he, to Greenville.Off to lead their real lives,I suppose. I never really caught the exact story that they spun overnight, or the web they might have woven. They spent their time alternating between discussing the deep and abiding parallels in the courses of their existing lives…views of the world..their common love for things, and things that tick them off..and well, making out ferociously under the blanket! At that time, the whole thing made a huge impression on me.


Assuming what they had between them was honest (which I suppose nobody can know, but them)..just think of the existential conflict that might have been involved in such a case. Assume that you have one perfect soul-mate: would it be better to live your life in ignorance of this fact,making do on your own, with the ‘one’ you already have, or meet that person exactly once, sometime in your life, just for a few hours,(maybe around midnight, in a cramped bus filled with poor students and tired tourists?!)

Its been some 8 years or so,since then, and I cant help wondering if they still think about it! Probably they have just laughed it off..its the sort of thing you would really like to diminish (or ‘minimize’ in your desktop!) or in your head, to be able to go my consideration!Its one of those ‘grey’ things..neither completely black, nor completely blanched!

I have now got an image in my head, of a scenario. One of them, thirty years from now, broken and tattered by the world he never belonged to. Drifting in the crowd in some great city with towering buildings and gorgeous skylines and seeing the face of the other in the crowd, blinking with a set of gleeful, crow’s feet decorated brown deep eyes..maybe happy that, after the ‘bus’ it-they never ever met! 🙂 Blinking..and then..Gone!

It could happen..can’t it?


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