Madame Thinker

The memories of "Naked Came I" is fading from my memory. But the series of events Auguste Rodin went through when he was creating thinker is fresh and alive. Got a chance oflate to rekindle my memories.

There was nothing wrong in expecting her as it was a French movie to be screened that day. Have spotted her many a times, but never with out her friends. Her friends were more sophisticated than what she was, apparel not being the only reason. Not sure why the trend is being followed, I have seen the prime seats in the theater being left vacant for the foreigners to occupy. Though my ego could never accept that, I liked it that way since I always knew where to look for her.

There I sit, waiting for the last remaining light to go off and the movie to begin. I always relished the first scene in the screen when the reel starts. The dots, scratches, count down, parallel colours, anything which came first belonged to me. I don't think anybody ever owned it. May be two more minutes to go...She walked in visibly disappointed. Graceful I would describe the scene, clubbed with the first frames of the reel falling on the scene, incandescent lamp yet to go off. She sat down two rows ahead of me on the large sofa. She was the only one on the sofa. Good god I never accepted that neck is an adornment for ladies, though I have read about it many a times. Thanks for my eye sight, could even spot a mole or two on her neck.

Movie was absorbing enough. I forgot her. Was interrupted when my phone started squirming in my pocket. Ah.....I should thank my sick service provider. The moment of truth was not far behind, I saw her sitting alone, with her legs folded and her hands around her legs. Head slightly but visibly held down. Her cheeks should be touching her knees. Eyes staring upwards. If I ever saw a tranquil women, it has to be her. Wish I knew her name. I still don't know why she was wearing a "salwar kameez". But that had devastating implications on my fragile xenophobia. Still not sure why I want to link the sight to "thinker", may be I never saw a woman thinking. "Thinker" is definitely a sculpture where people can perceive a creature thinking. Though chances of she thinking about anything at all while watching the movie was pretty slim, that posture of hers definitely belonged to a lady who have abandoned herself in the thought process.

I started wondering how long this debacle of mine would last. She didn't fail me. It continued moments before I could find the indication that movie was coming to an end. She should have seen it before. I could have stayed back and savoured that lingering moment. I walked out before her. Never had; still don't have any apparent reason to have done so.