Thursday, August 11, 2005

Hands in the rain

This city seems to fill up like a teacup when it rains. The water is certainly tea-colored in most places; slow moving and black in others. The cars inch along like it was a form of torture. It’s easy to feel a bit defeated after a long day of trying to earn a living, to be wading through this way, being held hostage in rain that looks poetic only as long as it doesn’t fall from the sky.
So there I was, another grumpy adult in the back of another car, one in a thousand grumpy adults desperately holding on to fraying tempers, listening to the radio, maybe entertaining themselves with their cell phones.
Another car pulled up along side. In the back seat, two children. A boy, about six, and a girl, about four. He has a broken front tooth, and she has a dimple on each cheek. I wonder how much the tooth fairy paid him for that tooth? How much would any of us pay to get dimples like this little girl?
They smile at me through the window, in unison, like it was the most natural thing to do. I roll down my window and smile back. This makes them flash more smiles across the channel of swirling rain between our two cars, like twin beacons from a lighthouse. These dimples and that gap tooth are enough to illuminate anywhere.
I reach my hand out to them and they instantly reach back; their hands are incredibly soft, as only a child’s hands can be. The little girl then blows me a kiss and the boy just kisses the air in front of him. They look at each other and smile some more; they seem pleased.
Then their car pulled away. I sat back on my seat. I’m sure my smile was no match for those overflowing ones of innocence and joy that they’d just bestowed on me.
But it was a smile, nevertheless.


Col said...

Me pregunto cuando usted va a comenzar a escribir su libro. Entonces saber su hábito de darle a sorpresas pudo ya tener:-)
Los cabritos... no hacen que usted se olvida de todo hmmm

devikamenon said...

No he comenzado a escribir el libro todavia.
Pero gracias por ser un lector futuro.
Cuál es un cabrito?

Col said...


geminian said...

Its true: smile happens in a flash, but its memory can last a lifetime. Too often we underestimate a smile, the power of a touch, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around and make us feel happy. We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do but only be felt after experiencing it.

D, buena escritura de todos modos

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