Ode to a Stranger

Life has a funny way teaching us little lessons, and more often than not the teachers are people we’ve never met before, and perhaps never might. We might know about them, their names, seen pictures, heard stories. A friend’s friend perhaps, or someone you randomly may have come across as technology makes the world a smaller place. But here’s what fascinates me. If it wasn’t for these little (or perhaps, life-altering) incidents, we would be a stagnant lot. We discover (or rediscover) ourselves and others who are a part of our lives. Do we acknowledge the presence of these people? I’ve never done it, and more often than not, we don’t even realize the way things happen, blissfully unaware of the workings of the forces at play.

But here’s what I need to say to someone out there, thank you. If it wasn’t for something you did, (though it had nothing to do with me), you’ve helped me tremendously. I’m a happier and a more confident person for it. I now understand so much more than a few weeks ago and if I do not acknowledge this, I’ll never be able to move forward. You gave me back my peace of mind and my strength.

We’ve never met, perhaps we shall some day. And if it wasn’t for strangers making their way into my life, I would never have rediscovered relationships and emotions that make them stronger.
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  1. Atul Sabnis

    Oh < HREF="http://gaizabonts.wordpress.com/2005/01/19/age-of-reflection/" REL="nofollow">I so agree!<>Btw, you have to allow non-blogger bloggers to comment here. :-D http://gaizabonts.wordpress.com/

  2. Pingback: Strangers at my Door « The Life and Times of Altu-Faltu

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