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I have noticed that I have many interests, and I m rarely dedicated to them, so almost all the time I tend to be outsider almost everywhere. I like to meet people, I like to talk but am more of a hobbyist in the jungle of serious folks, be it technokrafts, enterepreneurs or enthusiasts. “Err .. conferences .. new one.. yes yes may be u ll find me there”. However, at the same time, am one lazy bugger who wont move an inch unless there is a dire need for it. Almost all the time this ends up with me being a victim to the eleventh hour battles. Poor me …;)

Though at times, the rush of adrenalin makes me do work at a faster rate than people can imagine and “I guess thats ma USP”. And Yes, at times am unpredictable, but almost all the time I try to learn, percieve and judge people whom I meet.

“Am sure everyone does that ;). .. every now and then ..“

So, in most conferences, I get to meet lots of ppl, ppl whom I had previously only known through the cables wires or the wifi connectivity. And believe me none of them are disappointing. “Lol .. may be I am to many. ”

So in most conferences, we see people wearing name tags so that’s of some help incase I don’t remember em or know them at all. Oh did I tell you, am not so good with faces.

It so happened that I was speaking at one of such conferences, when a not so familiar face caught my attention. It was a lovely lady, gazing at me, continously. Now this participant was not so particularly unique but became the focus of my attention throughout my talk, for her hungry stare. This happened because, she didnt took her eyes off my face. Even after the talk, while I was in the question - answer session, she kept me watching hungrily. It was strange, but I loved it. Infact her concentration and fascination made me forget some very important comments I was supposed to make.

So, right after my talk, I started looking out for this new acquaintance in the crowd, who enthralled me with her hungry eyes. Mine was the last session before tea so people were moving haphazardly, here and there, in flocks.

I found my admirer loittering around in the corridor. I cant describe how excited I was to meet her in person. I rushed near the door and confronted her.

“Excuse me “ – I said.

She didn’t make a move. I said it again “Excuse me madam”. A bit firmer this time.

She turned back, and looked at me. I could notice the surprise on her face. I was speechless. I mumbled some words thanking her for the appreciation to attend my session. I was waiting for her to ask me something. Something about the session.

“Did u get something out of my session” – I blabbered.

“Eh well .. not really, I couldn’t get you” – she said.

It was almost like I was thrown from the topmost floor of the building.

She continued. “Well .. actually I had difficulty understanding you.”

“… err ..You see I forgot to bring my hearing aid” – she said.

I could take it no more. I almost thought I captivated her with my words. Lol. My heart was still thumping harder.

I spoke to myself “So she kept her eyes glued to me because she wanted to interpret my lips.. ”.

Ah well, Whatever it was, this eye contact gave me immense pleasure and satisfaction and inspired me to talk that session out with full confidence. I was so tired.

I asked her for a coffee and narrated her what my whole session was all about. Oh btw, did I tell you she was twice my age and was a veteran journalist. We made good friends after that. And talked of what not. From society to culture, from economy to battles. It was so educating. I also found out that she had a son almost my age, residing in the U S of A. I found her amazing all throughout and I guess that was a very natural feeling which could happen to anybody who met her. I was her fan.

So Powerful conviction was of those beautiful eyes, I still cant forget that gaze.

Last night I got a message that she is no more. She died of cancer.

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