five thousand shades of blue
Monday, March 11, 2002
"Where did you get
that statue? Who is it?"
I looked up from my spot behind the counter to meet the eyes of my customer, a blonde lady probably in her mid to late thirties, average looking, and probably not well off. She had told me earlier it was only her second time ever checking her email. Her face was now transformed as she awaited my response. "Um. A friend of mine won it in a contest and work and gave it to us. And, I can't be sure, but I think it's Parvati."
Pink-flushed face with some unspoken excitement, she turned back to her computer terminal and continued typing her email.
As she checked out, still clearly unfocused and hyper, she explained the significance: she was thinking of emailing a male friend of hers -- I got the impression there was possibly something more there -- who is currently living in India. She had been contemplating his love of India and not wanting to leave there; her desire to see him again but not wanting (or able) to go to India and the dilemma this had put her in. It was then that she had looked up to see the statue... almost like some kind of sign. You see, he regularly imports just these kinds of statues back to the US from India, and in fact, it's likely that he brought this one here. She herself had once helped move its mate statue, Shiva, into another shop in town (she has convinced me that it is in fact Parvati). She wrote to her friend on the spot.
I almost asked her to let me know how things turned out. And if she'd send me a postcard. :)
is
this just not enough…?
