My spirits had lifted and knew for certain that the day ahead would be wonderful. It had happened to me many a time earlier with other things. The sight of a joyous spirited laugh, full and hearty on a pretty face or a brilliant colour combination worn by an attractive lady. Sometimes it’s the manner in which a woman carried herself, that was pleasing to the eye, sometimes the sheer innocence of watching an animated face changing a mood. These moments are everywhere, mine have been largely found on the streets of Mumbai, while walking or driving. Lost in my thoughts an unexpected sight would grab the attention. At that very instant, would be unable to put a finger on what made my look linger that bit longer. It would appear like a flash and vanish. But something from it would stay on, bringing a tug to the lips, or make the heart thud a wee bit faster.
Superstitious folks have symbols for dark omens, like black cats crossing their paths, or a glass mirror cracking and breaking, or the number 13…They get worried , even scared and go to all lengths to avoid them.