Kismet’s Beautiful Blossoms
Do you believe in ‘kismet’? Do you believe that there is a greater reason for every coincidence? Do you believe that people enter and leave our lives at an ideal time because ‘it is meant to be’? I think I do.
I used to walk to the badminton court every evening during my high school days. And I would see her on my way, watering the plants in her front yard. I would greet her with a “Namaste” and she would do the same with a charming smile. The greetings soon became a ritual that the strangers followed.
I did not know her well personally. We bumped into each other at social events a couple of times where “Namaste” got suffixed with “How are you?” Next day, we went back to the monosyllable yet pleasant greeting exchange again. I knew what her name was, that she had two kids, that she loved her plants and flowers and that she would be there watering her those flowers when I walk by in the evening.
One winter night, when I greeted her, she greeted me back with her adorable smile but there was something amiss. Her eyes were red and swollen; her demeanor lethargic yet tense. But she smiled with all her heart and her voice did not quiver on the “Namaste”. I presumed she had fever and I kept walking.
Next day, a common friend revealed that those eyes were red because she had cried over the news of her hospitalized brother. Her brother had suffered critical injuries in an accident and the doctors had little hope left. She flew to her hometown the same day.
For the next few days, I walked past an empty yard. My family moved to a new town soon after and I haven’t seen her since.
But I still remember her smile and strength behind it. Her calm and resilience during storm linger in my mind like the scent of the flowers in her garden.
I witnessed a silent sermon in form of her smile that day, right before my ‘life’ began to happen. Now the bigger challenge for me in all challenges is to achieve the smile and resolute voice like hers. I have failed the sermon time and again, but the sermon has never failed me.
Her smile remains frozen in my mind because it never had a chance to thaw. I do not know if I would have idolized her today like I do had I seen a more ‘human’ side of her later. I do not know if her smile gave her the attitude or the attitude gave her the smile. I never had the chance to ask her. I had to figure that out on my own.
Reality or mirage, I cherish the image of her red eyes and bright smile. She entered and left my life at an ideal time to leave me with a pearl.
I believe that there is a greater reason for every coincidence. I think I believe in kismet. Do you?