Oh, hello, stranger.

There is a woman next to me eating a tuna sandwich. Well, I think it is tuna. I can’t be too sure. You never can, with the wide variety of sandwich fillings these days. What happened to good old cheese and tomato? That washes down well with coffee.

This lady is sad, folks. Her face is flushed, and she pulls a tissue out of her coat pocket to wipe her eyes and nose. She also stares vacantly out the window for a while, and her shoulders slump as though the weight of the world is settled on them. She holds herself close to her heart, her knees inwards, her chest bent in on herself, as though she is curling up like a desert leaf to hold herself in and protect herself. Her posture suggests she might be nervous or uncomfortable.

She has a slim notebook in front of her. The cover is black, with green drawings all over it. She is left handed, and writes with her hand bent over her sentences. It is not a way I could envision writing. Her bag is purple, like space, dotted with stars. Her hair is shoulder length and curly, and she wears glasses.

Her eyes are sad, and I want to go and sit next to her and sprinkle some joy upon her day. But I don’t know how to. What would I say?

Hello, I noticed you look sad. Wanna talk about it?

Hi! I’m Lenora. I love your diary.

Oh, hello. Look at these pictures of cute squirrels I found on the internet.

Good afternoon. Do you think you could take a few moments to talk about our Literary Lord and Linguistic saviour John Ronald Reuel Tolkien?

Hi, I really like your hair.

Hello, ….

The possibilities are endless. But none sound remotely right.

Oh. She has put her coat on, and off she goes. Mayhaps she wrote all her sad thoughts in her diary, and now feels relieved to carry on with her day.

Perhaps she wasn’t sad at all, but had hay fever.

I wish I talked to her. I want to know what she has to say.

I don’t know how to talk to strangers though, without seeming like a creep, or uncommonly odd.

Well. Maybe next time.


7 thoughts on “Oh, hello, stranger.

  1. So terrible that we have become so incapable of relating to others that most of us don’t know how to strike a conversation with a stranger. I hope next time you are able to do so if this is not a piece of fiction. You never know when you are about to save somebody’s life. I keep that in mind every time I Feel squeamish or think I will be foolish reaching out.


    • No, it’s real life, unfortunately. I really hope so too. It shouldn’t be hard should it? Thank you for your encouragement. I will keep what you said in mind for next time, you really never know when you could save somebody’s life.

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      • Oh, so sad it was real life and it actually sounded very real. I have a few people that I reached out to and who started sobbing in the middle of social gatherings but then they felt so much better. Sometimes just being there to help the person vent their frustration or give what might seem like inocuous advice but that is actually important at that point in time to the person can be really helpful. When someone is experiencing something difficult, they tend to not see the often simple solutions or at least the possibilities of taking a break in between hardships. Best of luck to you in discovering your ability to heal.

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      • You’re right. And nothing bad can ever come of speaking to somebody, even if they might not even be sad at all. It’s just a matter of knowing what to say. Thank you, Geetha. You really have helped me see it from a better perspective. I shall think more about how the other person feels in future, and not be afraid to talk to them. I really hope she is okay now.

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