Of late, past few weeks, I had come to the conclusion that i had lost interest in exploring this country. Then i change hotel in the middle of the afternoon. Then i decide to go out. Then i decide i will not skip the trip to New York two weeks from now. Then i go for a movie. Then i start returning to my old self(enjoying being alone and floating and have no one to answer to). Float around in a coffee shop. Watch a movie. Hang out at the hotel bar hoping to scrounge some dinner. Meet this lady, bless her, she was 66 but man was she raring to go. She was Marilyn from Ohio and that was the nicest and most optimism inducing conversation i had in the last 2 months or ever in my life.
Seriously its weird how people open up at bars. I had always heard, read and seen(on TV) it. But, this was something. We talked of thing which were foremost in our heads but we would not mention to friends for numerous reasons, and here all reasons disappear. And it just flows so easy and no awkwardness afterwards. For instance the barman in one breath mentioned how the day he was going to propose to the girl he wanted to marry she broke up with him. I still think its incredible that he told that to us strangers, but i guess either thats how it works or he just gets kicks out of cooking up random mood or audience-suited anecdotes.
But that gives me hope that people in this country can chat their mundane lives off too. Maybe they do it more in bars, or places where strangers are supposed to be addressed and talked to. You know makes sense in this structured and organised country. A place for everything. A place for talking about things which bother you.
