Not a stranger...

He wasn't there....my eyes frantically scanned the road .... all I wanted was one glimpse....the traffic light turned green...my auto began to move...my heart sank....I sat back, stunned... it amazed me that his absence could leave such an impact ...he didn't even know I existed...yet, I knew the colour of his scarf, the fact that his slippers were too big for his feet...and even the name of his dog!.....I shared a distinct one way relationship with him....one, that was based on habit.

Every day on my way to office, I would pass the same traffic light...at the edge of the road sat an old man...I was so used to him being there that unconciously my eyes had begun searchng for him.
He would always be in the same place...it had become a dejavu experience I was used to. It gave me an 'all's well' feeling...

Every day, I would dedicate a few seconds of my life observing him...he had a kind smile, I had seen him talking to a few kids. His red scarf was very attractive and I would often think of him when ever I would see that cherry shade...yes he had become an integral part of my life...a habit...

Today, when I didn't see him, my dejavu comfort bubble was broken... I'm not sure what I would call this relationship... he is not a friend, an acquaintance or a 'stranger'....all I know is....his existence makes a difference to me...and yet I'm quite sure we will never meet....