1. The Silouette -- In complete darkness, I saw light sifting through the door which opened into the ruins of an old building Against this light, a silouette -- a woman speaking, rehearsing. Her body was alive with the rhythyms of the speech -- formal, subtle, polite and graceful. My hands instinctively reached for my camera, put up the frame, but there was no light. I tried groping around the pro mode to adjust the image exposure, but in my excitement, hurry, captivated state, I made a clumsy movement, which resulted in a sharp noise. She turned, and my moment was gone.
2. The Apology -- How often do we joke around with friends, pulling their legs about the slight contradictions of their behaviour -- like a meek and thin friend threatening about dealing serious damage, or a lazy fellow making a resolve to be 8 times more productive overnight. Last night, I got a similar resolve from a friend on my organising team to be present ahead of time to witness my anchoring. I laughed, teased her a bit. And guess what, she was a no show. I was all set to rub this in her face.
Then, I came to know she had a family emergency. She apologised for not being there, and assured me that she'd get to the event for the 2nd half. I said that any other person from the organising committee could fill in for her, so there was no need to apologise. And she said... she was apologising, because she wasn't there to watch my anchoring.
Looking back, I recall the lines from the song Channa Mereya, "mehfil me teri, hum na rahe toh, gam toh nahi hai..."
3. The Proposal -- At a baby shower event, the anchor asks the husband to propose to his wife on account of the Valentine's Week nonsense. The DJ plays a melodic tune, and amidst shouting praise and the potentially judgemental gaze of the elderly onlookers, the man goes down to one knee and says the words.
Just being there with the person you love, who is about to start one of the most beautiful phases of life with you, and expressing your feelings for her irrespective of what people say or think. That moment felt private, self-contained, despite the vastly stuffy hall.
Perhaps it was just a pretense, but something about it stirred me so. Objectively, some may call it the society's ideal of love in a monogamous relationship. Perhaps that's what society does to you -- it implants myths which make you subject to being moved by societal practises. But whatever it was, it felt potent, palpable.
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