At First Sight

At First Sight

16 June 2011  

Nope, I’m not going to talk about Nicholas Sparks’ “At First Sight” that I read 2 weeks ago and I’m not going to talk about typical love at first sight story. This is a post on another type of love at first sight.

This is a story about two groups of people that cannot communicate with each other. We just looked at each other, we smiled, and we became friends.

As usual, at 1.30 pm I took my lunch box from the fridge in my office, then I put it in the microwave, set the low heat at two-minutes, and I was waiting near the opened window. There were two ladies probably around their thirties, a young lady probably around 18 years old, 1 little girl with a baby in her arm in the half-constructed building next to our office. They were looking at us, to be precise, staring at us, as other people stare at us on the streets. Somehow at that moment I decided to smile back and wave my hand to say “Hi”. And they smiled back!! There was this overhelming feeling inside me and I wanted to talk more. So I was thinking of what I could say to them.

“Ap kya nam hai?” (What’s your name?)

And the lady answered me (I’m sorry I forgot her name).

Since I could not keep screaming to them (coz there was a gap between the two buildings), I just played pick-a-boo with the baby in the little girl’s arms, but the baby did not smile. Maybe she had not reached the ‘pick-a-boo’ stage. Hehehe. Then I took my camera, showed them my camera and asked their permission, “Picture, OK?” and I took some of the pictures.

After that day (which was just two days ago), I look forward to meeting them. Yesterday and this morning, they also greeted us when we reached our office from the second level of their building. It’s just a smile and waving hands, but we knew somehow we made friends.

If you read this post, can you please pray for them? There are a lot of children in HSIIDC, the industrial complex in Bahadurgarh. You can see them sitting on the sand, or carrying a bucket filled with construction equipments on their head, or even the little girl that I met carrying bricks and throwing the bricks to help her mom. Men, women, children work in construction work and I think most of them also live in that area, only covered by stack of bricks. In the morning, I often meet little kids taking shower directly from the pipe and there was one time a little boy was walking, still wet, talking nonsense (coz I did not understand what he said) in a happy mood, just like normal kids feel happy after taking shower. 

Mother Mary, please protect them in your hands. Amen.