The Day I meet You: Strangers, so known!

I am supposedly a stranger to you, but we have known each other for so long now. We haven’t met yet, but I wish someday we do. We talk so often (through texts, IMs, mails, etc.). Every day while I travel, I wonder what if I pass by you. What if we walk past each other and don’t realize it. What if I don’t even recognize you or just don’t happen to notice?

Nowadays, we people don’t notice much. We all are too busy “doing stuffs”; “Stuffs” which are mundane and unnecessary yet very important. It has become very important to update our “what are we doing/ what’s on our mind” statuses on social networking sites. Or check into some messenger app to see who else in our contact list is busy “doing stuffs”.  Some of us are too indulged in the pages of a fictional world. While most of us just couldn’t care any less.

But then I wonder, whether it’s really important to see things in person. “Some doors are better left closed”, they said. If and when confronted with the actuality, it might disappoint us. We might not like what we ascertain. Then again, sometimes it’s worth the risk. Isn't it?

Thanks to the enormous domain of telecom, the world has virtually shrunk to the ease of our reach, yet it’s that much difficult to actually reach each other.

Every night when I get back home and when we talk again, I wonder to myself “Did I miss another chance of seeing you today?” and “Are you as eager as I am?” I think of asking you, but I dare not. I don’t want to seem “eager”, no matter how desperately eager I really am.

Hence, when out there, I look for you, hoping that someday we might just bump into each other and turn around to say “something” and that’s it! That unexpected, yet so awaited moment will be all ours to savor. It would be different to see you in person.

Perhaps one day, I would see you, recognize you, and also think about approaching you, but then I would refrain. I will contemplate, wonder about trivial and unnecessary things.  

May be you would see me too, but even you will be dwelling with the “contemplations”. “Whether I’d recognize you or if I deliberately chose to ignore you? And what if your approach suggests that you are interested?” Seeming interested is very “Humiliating”!  And I will dwell on the same questions just like you. Stuck in the “Contemplations”, we will create a never ending loop.

Apparently, none of us would take that initial step and we will be left with an enduring, whisper-like “What if” hung across our neck!

I, for myself, don’t prefer keeping regrets; they are too heavy to carry. So, even if (just in case) I am humiliated and disappointed, there’s nothing much to lose. We are strangers, remember? Thus I don’t mind taking the initiative. There were times indeed, when I was disappointed, but I surely don’t have any regrets. I gave myself a chance, I gave you a chance, most of all.. I gave us a chance. And I still don’t regret it; I still don’t regret “us”.

*My note*
This is something offbeat and/ also my first attempt. This one's dedicated to all those friends of mine (and yours as well), who know I exist and of whose existence I am aware of. But it's restricted to only that. I could never know if I mean anything to my such friends. So this is me, telling them that they do mean something (or more) to me.