I have started going for evening walks to give myself a dose of the outside world, some fresh air, exercise, some time of my own and time away from daily household chores (though not exactly, for I often pick grocery items on my way back). It’s been a while since I started.
On my way I come across many people, mostly kids on their way to the nearby stadium where they play football and cricket. As the days have rolled on, there are people whom I come across daily. One of them is a young couple who come for a walk at exactly the same time as me.
I have accidentally heard a few bits of their conversation with other people and have come to learn that the lady is a chartered accountant and is currently looking for a job. Though I have no clue about the guy, who they are, where do they live, or anything else except that they are casual strollers for they literally stroll around talking about the happenings of their day. These are my observations and assumptions for they come in their bathroom slippers instead of sneakers and are usually dressed in the clothes one would wear to go shopping and not for an exercise routine.
There is something about them that has often struck me. It’s the striking resemblance the guy has to my soon-to-ex-husband from the back. Almost the same height, same style of hair cut, same style of t-shirts and when he walks anyone could easily mistake him to be my husband from the back or from distance.
At first, I jerked off any such crazy thoughts and took it as an outcome of my over-imaginative, stressed out mind. But, one fine day he happened to be wearing a t-shirt very similar to one of my husband’s all time favorites. It wasn’t my imagination alone for my father too commented about his resemblance to my husband.
I am fully aware that I will come across many such resemblances, many reminders of my past life from time to time. But, these days when I have been very disturbed cause of a number of issues, this resemblance actually brought to me many memories of the good times I had shared with my husband.
There’s nothing wrong in being reminded of one’s past. But being clouded by memories and thoughts of the evil soul who has been trying every trick under the sun to make my life hell, at a time when I am
struggling trying to relax my overtaxed brain, is unfair.
Though all those thoughts are long forgotten by the time I reach home, but still they do last long enough to ruin my pleasure of strolling in the warm but refreshing evening breeze. I can never stop smiling at the irony of the situation, that how time changes and everything we so comfortably take for granted can in no time become a distant memory.
I have slowly grown used to this impact of resemblance, but it sure did haunt my mind for a few days. I decided to not
over react and in no time I got used it, though not without conscious effort. I am sure I am going to laugh at myself when many days from today I’ll re-read this post.
The song on my mind: Kahin kahin se har chehra ~ Jagjit Singh & Asha Bhonsle