When I got there, it was lovely to see some familiar faces, some I hadn’t literally seen in almost a decade. So much for keeping in touch. I had long reconciled myself with what I felt was a natural occurrence; were we meet to only part later in the many crossroads of life, and that maybe, just maybe, we may meet again. Even if no effort is put in, the finite space of earth and Brownian-motion-like-forces of the universe make the chances of meeting again plausible.
I had been chatting with an old friend of mine by the kitchen chairs at the end of the room and kept looking over the chatter of younglings having the time of their life by the oven, over there at the other end of the kitchen, who periodically opened the oven door to check on the chicken sizzling inside, spewing clouds of gaseous white mist each time they did it, to much jolly amusement.
From among the pack had been the one guy with the frizzly hair. A lot of the signs made him out to be the life of the group, very chatty and animated. But for some reason or other he’d at times blank out. He’d laugh a few seconds later than his colleagues, as he’s eyes seemed to flutter to the kitchen door, expectantly waiting for someone else to show up maybe?
And sure enough, when a fair lady walked in, the eyes of the frizzly guy lit up like a thousand stars. He stepped over to the lady…the lady took notice of him and came over with a brilliant smile on her face…minute 1
I couldn’t tell what the two were talking about, only that they were enjoying each others company and that the frizzly hair’d dude was having the best time of his evening thus far. I turned back to be part of my conversation again. Took a look at the watch, gotta be heading home soon, I thought. With everyone chatting away and the music playing softly in animated slow motion, I was somewhat depressingly reminded of someone I care about back home, and how it sucked that they couldn’t be there with me that very moment, let alone that it would be weeks till I could see them again. I decided to turn back again towards our youngling couple, if only to remind myself what I missed. The flow of conversation had ebbed as the fair lady was preparing to leave with her loud friends, to another house party I suppose? The two waved goodbye to each other. The frizzly haird boy stood there, countenance changed…like a little boy whose icecream had fell right off the cone….minute 7
