She thinks I'm staring at her breasts, which anybody will agree are mighty fine, but I'm not. I'm looking at her face ... so pretty, so delicate. And wondering how much it says about what's going on in her life.
How much does a face tell really? Does it give you a complete picture or simply an outline that you paint yourself?
Airport departure lounges can be interesting places, and painting pictures from peoples faces even more so. Even if it's not a picture you get to keep. Or do you?
***
In my last day in America I watched a movie that made me cry. About a love so sweet, so innocent, so consuming, so faithful; a love that each of us at some time or the other has wished we had. In which a very young Mandy Moore plays to perfection an ordinary girl with many desires - some ordinary, some far-fetched. Desires that threatened to remain unfulfilled because of her battle with leukemia. But then she unexpectedly lands up with someone who quite magically helps fulfill many of those desires in the short time that she has left to live.
On the flight back home I watched the Sex and the City movie (more out of curiosity than any real interest), the search for love/happiness/fulfillment being the central theme. And the difference between the two I think is that Jamie Sullivan (Mandy Moore's character) wasn't searching. Which is a very big difference.
So what am I - a Sex and the City character or a Jamie Sullivan? I used to be a Carrie Bradshaw, but now with age I'm a Jamie Sullivan (Freak I sound like a girl!).
But how long must one wait for love? ... Or rather, how long can one wait for love? They say you often bump into things after you've stopped looking. We'll see.
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Back home after two weeks in the USA. Two weeks which for some reason feels like two months. Guess I needed a break real bad. Took lots of fotos which I will share with you here and on shutterbug blues/facebook. Interesting to me were the Indian girls in America. In many ways so different from their sisters back home in that there's a certain freedom on their faces that's not usual to see here. I took this one in downtown Boston. (Yes I know I'm going to get in trouble for these one day ... in fact I'm pretty sure she saw me!)
How much does a face tell really? Does it give you a complete picture or simply an outline that you paint yourself?
Airport departure lounges can be interesting places, and painting pictures from peoples faces even more so. Even if it's not a picture you get to keep. Or do you?
***
In my last day in America I watched a movie that made me cry. About a love so sweet, so innocent, so consuming, so faithful; a love that each of us at some time or the other has wished we had. In which a very young Mandy Moore plays to perfection an ordinary girl with many desires - some ordinary, some far-fetched. Desires that threatened to remain unfulfilled because of her battle with leukemia. But then she unexpectedly lands up with someone who quite magically helps fulfill many of those desires in the short time that she has left to live.
On the flight back home I watched the Sex and the City movie (more out of curiosity than any real interest), the search for love/happiness/fulfillment being the central theme. And the difference between the two I think is that Jamie Sullivan (Mandy Moore's character) wasn't searching. Which is a very big difference.
So what am I - a Sex and the City character or a Jamie Sullivan? I used to be a Carrie Bradshaw, but now with age I'm a Jamie Sullivan (Freak I sound like a girl!).
But how long must one wait for love? ... Or rather, how long can one wait for love? They say you often bump into things after you've stopped looking. We'll see.
***
Back home after two weeks in the USA. Two weeks which for some reason feels like two months. Guess I needed a break real bad. Took lots of fotos which I will share with you here and on shutterbug blues/facebook. Interesting to me were the Indian girls in America. In many ways so different from their sisters back home in that there's a certain freedom on their faces that's not usual to see here. I took this one in downtown Boston. (Yes I know I'm going to get in trouble for these one day ... in fact I'm pretty sure she saw me!)
The Allman Brothers Band ... Sweet Melissa. For Cynic and Yashita. Thanks for the awards.
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I love that movie- A Walk to Remember. You must, you have to listen to the soundtrack of the movie. 'Dare you to move' is one of them, the other is this brilliant number titled 'Only Hope' by Switchfoot. Check it out. And you're back. Hope your trip was good?
Salty,
Happy Birthday :)
Have a good one :)
Hey Bluesy.
Hippo birdie!
Kahini
"Pretty sure she saw you"? Ummm. Those may be dark glasses but I don't think she's BLIND! (Good chica though, eh!)
Happy Birthday, SaltyWateryBluesy Boy! :D
(Yes, yes leetle early but excitement prevails)
Thank you. Thank you.
LOL you are so wisdomous SWB. This one is a gem "And the difference between the two I think is that Jamie Sullivan (Mandy Moore's character) wasn't searching".
and looks like you just had a birthday. So happy happy happy to you. hope you had a good day with lots of music, song and booze!
There are many women in India too who are quite independent. I lived in a working women's hostel for 5 years and I am sure I chanced upon some really wonderful and independent ladies.
Haven't watched sex and the city but I really liked A walk to remember. I have read most of Nicholas Spark's books and they are all adapted so well in the movies.
omg u just didn't do that! take picture of a random girl !!! omg! haha
and i know wha u mean about the 'free look' ... :) even the most fiercely independent women in india don't have that.
Haha! Freedom, yeah! And I can't believe you did this either. :-)
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