After a long busy day at work, I pack up my bag and rush to get somewhere on time. Right when I get off the train and start walking hurriedly, I hear a voice asking me how I like the book I’m reading. I turn to see the guy who was standing next to me in the train, slow my pace and tell him that it’s very interesting, to say the least. The conversation moves from that book to another book by the same author that he has already read. We spend the next few minutes outside the station discussing the author’s other works; finally parting ways when I realize I’m running really late.
This was one of the high points of my day. It comes very hard to me to talk to a stranger – I smile at people when I make eye contact, I say the usual Hi, how are you when I see someone on a regular basis, but that’s where lies my limit. Any other conversation usually doesn’t get too far with me because, most of the times, I don’t know what to say next and that leads to awkward pauses.
I do realize that it’s an area that I need to work on, and I, sometimes, consciously make an effort to improve it. It’ll take a lot of time, I know and I’m in no hurry. Just that what happened today didn’t require that conscious effort on my part. The words came to me for those few minutes and the nervous feeling that I get every time I talk to a stranger was missing. And that felt good.
A different kind of happiness filled my heart for a few minutes after the conversation ended…probably the kind that dawns from the realization that I might actually be getting over my anxiety of chatting with strangers, slowly but steadily.
P.S: Did I mention he was cute?