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Friday, January 9, 2009

faces that tell

Its not that I've never felt it before. Its perhaps that I've never thought about it before. Or perhaps I've thought about it before but not really sat down and pondered about it. Haven't you felt that there are faces that tell a story by themselves? Stories maybe with no titles, beginning middle and end, no climax or an anti-climax, but still stories?

I've always seen him near the serving table. A dirty off-red apron around him, his eyes gently looking around to see what each person who walks by the table has loaded on to a plate. sometimes, when I stop by for an extra helping of something, or when I go back to get it, I see his face light up, I see his eagerness to serve, and I wish my tummy would be better equipped to feel hungry all over gain, just to see him smile. His smile is never different from the ones my ammumma gives me when I tell her that the aviyal that she has made for me is remarkably wonderful, or when I just simply wipe my plate clean, and burp unapologetically, after having enjoyed a full meal. Its then that stories seem to swim above their heads. I know that these people enjoy cooking, but more than just the act of cooking, they love seeing people enjoy it.It is appreciation for them when they see wiped clean plates, and hear burps. I wonder at why burps are so looked down upon, that's perhaps your tummy telling you that it is happy with what you have fed it today. And I think you have the right to hear it.

There are faces that tell you what they are. I had a teacher who could have been nothing but a very kind and lovely teacher, one look at her would convince you of the same. There are painters who just look like painters, people who look like their names- Renukas you know will just be Renukas, Varuns who look like Varuns, Georges who could have not been anything else but George, women who have motherhood written on their faces, shopkeepers who you know will give sweets free to children...how many such faces, how many more stories...

I wonder if you have ever felt this way. I wonder what story my face tells...

10 comments:

crumbs said...

i see an imp :)
and little imp who's got things going inside her head, and plans hid behind that triangular smile

vrinda said...

@crumbs
imp i can understand! i even get it completely. but triangular smile???!

Sonal said...

the post is insightful. echo the feelings!

a different title would've done better justice to it, i feel.

Anonymous said...

interesting how you put into words what everyone feels almost on a daily basis

poocha^._.^ said...

My friend has a friend who names animals with the names of her friends coz when she looks at them, they talk to her like her friends....:D

vrinda said...

@pooja

hee hee interesting the way people work :D
thanks for the visit :)

vrinda said...

@Anon

:)

The Mind Bedouin said...

hmm.... i somehow feel this post didnt reach the vrinda standard... or maybe i have kept your level at an unnecessarily extreme high... felt you rambled a bit ... and didnt keep up a unity of thought... it felt more like free writing.. :).. thats wat i felt..

vrinda said...

@the mind bedouin

you know what, i ahd sat down to write this post with so much enthusiasm...i really wanted to pour out so much...but i felt while writing that none of it came through...so i am not amused at your comment...am just secretly glad

K P said...

ammomma and avial.....ha ha that gave you away...you are a mallu.....