I was walking down the Huntington Avenue the other day with tons of voices clashing in my head - that I'm not focusing enough; that my vision toward solving a problem was circumscribed and I'm not looking further; and so on.
Still walking down, I glanced at a gentleman approaching a lady from the opposite direction. They seemed to be in their mid-forties. There was no sign of emotion when the greeted. He simply held her. Her arms slowly went around his shoulders. His lips gently pressed to her forehead. I saw them standing there motionless for the span of about fifteen steps I took before I walked past them.
I don't know how long they were stuck in that moment.
Current Song:
"Baanigondu elle ellide? Ninnasegelli koneyide? Nidhaanisu Nidhaanisu Nidhaanisu"- from the old Kannada movie Premada Kaanike
Still walking down, I glanced at a gentleman approaching a lady from the opposite direction. They seemed to be in their mid-forties. There was no sign of emotion when the greeted. He simply held her. Her arms slowly went around his shoulders. His lips gently pressed to her forehead. I saw them standing there motionless for the span of about fifteen steps I took before I walked past them.
I don't know how long they were stuck in that moment.
Current Song:
"Baanigondu elle ellide? Ninnasegelli koneyide? Nidhaanisu Nidhaanisu Nidhaanisu"- from the old Kannada movie Premada Kaanike
