This evening, as I drove home from work, I passed a white van. “State Prisoners” was inscribed prominently on the front and back. I couldn’t recall the last time I had seen a vehicle of this kind. I wondered if it was actually transporting any prisoners.
I got a little ahead, and looked again. There were two men inside, dressed in white. One was middle-aged and white, looking out at the traffic. Behind him sat a young, handsome black guy wearing a headset. He had large eyes and thick eyebrows, a prominent nose. And he looked straight at me.
I couldn’t look away. I had sunglasses on, so I felt somewhat comfortable looking right back. His gaze didn’t waver. Neither did mine.
The van moved ahead, and I kept pace with it.
Again we drew level, and I found him looking at me. I returned the gaze.
The traffic moved swiftly, and the van sped forward. I fell back, and lost my place in the traffic.
I prayed silently, let me catch up with him again. I removed my sunglasses.
The traffic continued to flow forward, and again I caught up with the van. There was a lane separating our two vehicles, but there were few cars, and I was able to look right at him. He looked back at me. He had a direct and open expression. It wasn’t unfriendly. There was no question in his eyes, or any curiosity. It was a clear, simple look. And I was able to reciprocate the simplicity.
It felt special, this brief interaction. Later I wondered, should I have smiled? Given a thumbs-up, a tiny wave, perhaps?
In hindsight, I am happy that I did nothing to spoil the moment.
Not for a single instant did I “feel sorry” for the young handsome man. Neither did I feel intimidated locking eyes with him. (I am not always comfortable looking into another’s eyes; it feels too direct for my comfort.)
What did I hope to convey? That I was sympathetic? That I hoped things would improve for him? Or did I mean to send a blessing?
None of the above, actually. I was caught in a brief moment of sharing, and I was able to participate fully. And I came away from that interaction, feeling strangely intimate and connected.
Deepti says:
Expressive and vivid, Locks. Love the way your writing has evolved through the years *thumbs up*
May 4, 2017 — 1:33 am
Lakshmi says:
🙂 Thanks, Chechi. Are you writing these days? How’s the family?
May 5, 2017 — 2:34 pm
Deepti says:
The style of your post above is very cosmopolitan. No giveaway made-in-India traits 🙂
I don’t write much at all. Family is well n good. Hope yours is too.
May 8, 2017 — 9:36 pm
Lakshmi says:
Thanks. 🙂
May 9, 2017 — 9:53 am