If we were to count the number of strangers we meet everyday, be it in school, taking the bus from the same bus-stop, and (hopefully not) sharing the same shower cubicle, what would the number come up to? several hundred? how many of these hundred would you actually see and not merely look at? If one of those hundred were to cease to exist the very next day, would you recognise where both your paths once crossed?


Chance meetings occur billions of times a day throughout the world. That is as insignificant as a leaf dropping from a tree. What is really significant then? It is what these meetings of chance transpire to be. In human spontaneity that defies convention there is a unique beauty. Whatever happens between the person and yourself would probably never happen ever again with the same intensity, with the same emotions that run through your head.


Who am I to you? Maybe you would now see a stranger in a different light. Maybe you would now see me in a different light.