That stranger we meet.

Some people call it dangerous, some call it a waste of time, some people call it fate, some people call it co-incidence. Haven't we all heard that about meeting strangers?
A child is taught among the first few rules of his life that just started, to never talk to a stranger, to never eat the candy he gives, to never give out your world to someone who seems strangely curious about your being.. Haven't we all been too cautious? Cause no matter how old we grow, that conscience of ours takes us back to being the same 10 year old who sees his mommy's face when a stranger smiles at him.

But perhaps after a couple of encounters, I've been intrigued to think that maybe we've been missing out on a tiny niche on a wall by closing in a nutshell every time an alien face meets ours.
All these encounters haven't been pleasant, no. But most have been.. I've somehow always been amused to deduce things. The mystery behind every character that passes by is something I like to reach the conclusion of. It's a silent hobby, and I like it that way.

When I think about it, a couple of strangers that I've met over the years are today, few of my closest friends. And some thing that I pride myself even more with, is that few strangers remain strangers even today, and yet changed my vision about a destiny I was so sure of.
They still remain anonymous, they still remain from a land I don't know of, and they still remain in my memories of strange but beautiful knowledge.
A knowledge that a printed book or Google can never impart :)

Cause somewhere, that stranger we meet moves us just enough to realize that every face on this Earth is a stranger in the beginning to the other, and that we are just another face among those billions, who've woven friendship, love, hate, and all other relations with people who were strangers on the first day, too.

I'm not saying every face in the crowd is going to be a part of our life's mosaic, I'm not saying it's going to make your life beautiful or ugly..
All I'm saying is, we all meet that one stranger and it's never too bad to hear them out and just maybe find another story that speaks along with yours, or a story that you'd like to echo somewhere in your atlas of experiences :)

And that's why I say;  "It never is a cake walk, Judie. You just gotta hope you hang in to the icing"

-Nil.