The Blonde and my dreams

Everytime i shrink, thinking about the expeditions I'm dreaming of and the chances of them becoming real,one particular frame or rather few frames come alive and enliven my spirit.

I clearly remember, my eyes hooked on a blonde, particularly worn out and tired, asking for a room in the guest house while i was just exiting for a walk by the sea. Seeing a foreigner was not so intriguing in a place like Pondicherry, i've actually sometimes wondered if they outnumber the indians in the white city. This lady, i could see was not at ease as the others,whose eyes reflect an unusual peace and contentment, which i've never seen elsewhere.

I slowed down to eavesdrop. The ashram volunteer at the help desk shot a needing look at my side.Pleased,i moved towards them only to hear the lady speaking in a tongue that i've never heard of. All my linguistic skills boil down to telling apart spanish as spanish, the meaning was never under my comprehension.

She managed to convey that she wanted a bed for few days, all by signs while continuously mouthing something that we could hardly decipher. She sounded pleased when she was handed the ledger and signed it, gleaming.

I walked out wondering what made her travel so far without knowing any of the local languages here(local spells - english, french, tamil, hindi). I so badly wanted to talk to her and know, atleast in her sign language... what gave the guts to embark on this journey. But i could never spot her again, for all my stay.

I now realise, she wasn't there to share her adventure tales with me... but to freeze in my mind as a pillar of strength and hope which'll keep reminding me not to let go of my dreams.