Fateful Meetings
The watchman informs me of an incoming guest,
Someone I'm not expecting,
But someone who's anyway is on their way to my door,
And potentially in my life,
Even for a few minutes,
Almost uncontrollable,
Even when I know I could have told the watchman, no, right then and there,
But, somethings are just out of controllable,
So, he knocks on my door, literally,
Rather than using the doorbell,
And I say out loud,
Who knocks on the door these days?!
And there he stands,
His back towards me,
In a brown plaid shirt,
And as soon as he looks at me,
I know he's at the wrong door,
But I smile at him instead,
And ask him to confirm the address,
To which he shyly smiles and shrugs,
Rubbing his neck with his right hand,
And moving it through his hair in crew cut,
He asks if the estate is called Lotus,
Confirming my theory that he's knocking at the wrong door,
I smile and say, it's not,
He says, he's sorry for wasting my time,
But truly,, he doesn't look sorry at all,
And honestly, my time wasn't wasted,
There was something warm about his rugged face,
Which is why I surprise myself by guiding him the right way,
He thanks me again and calls for elevator on his way to knock at the right door.
Minutes later after this situation,
I think of all the little things that would have had to happen for our fateful meeting today,
Like he being in a hurry and missing out on the big name plate downstairs,
For the watchman sending him up,
For me not correcting the watchman,
For him to be kind and well-mannered,
Rather than being a thief or a murderer.
To teach me or to simply revise a lesson I've been learning these days,
Everything happens for a reason,
And at the right time,
So, him being at my door,
Was not for nothing,
For either me or him,
The bigger reason for this small fateful meet,
Is definitely up for debate.
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