The first occasion was when I had dinner with my friend in some Japanese restaurant. We talked about some business while having our meal, and after I finished mine I put my dishes innocently at the table besides me. I actually did aware that there was a lady sitting there alone, enjoying her dinner, but I couldn’t figure out why I did such a very impolite action. Off course, she reacted angrily. “Why did you put your dishes here (on her table), I am still here,” said the disturbed lady. I felt sorry and was so regretful, even my friend questioned me about that and suggested me to call a waiter to take away the dishes.
We continued our conversation but I kept my mind upon the lady. She might be feeling interrupted but I couldn’t find anything to do to express how much I feel like I just killed an ant. I even thought she hated me at that time, and when she met her friends, she might have share the night when a boy just put his dishes in her table, as if nobody was there. Or she might have recognized me, and when we met at some unfathomable way, she will put her unfriendly face on me. I just hope that I will recall her face at that time.
The second lady was in my yoga class, 30 minutes after the dinner. I already knew that Yoga is not some kind of popular activity, and last night there was only about 10 people attending the class—there was only two male on the class: me and the other was an older guy. I stood there following the instructor practicing sun salutation etc, when I realized a lady stand besides me was doing it with some consistent moan,”uh…uh” such that moan.
I felt kind of disturbed that her voice could weaken my concentration, but I didn’t know how to tell her that I was disturbed. I looked for the class; nobody seemed to be disturbed by her voice. So I just close my eyes trying the best to escape from the class, and my ear only listen to the only voice: my instructor’s voice. But I wasn’t that expert so her moan was on my ear, made my imagination flew away everywhere (we’re always had imagination when we hear all kind of moan, did we?).
I didn’t know why, but I felt dirty. I joined Yoga by some reasons, one of them is to purify my mind—but the lady’s moan….
I wanted to tell her that this was ‘just’ a yoga class. She didn’t required to lift some weight at all, and it was not a correct breathing technique either. So, when I was doing my headstand, my mind keep questioning about the lady. Somebody has to tell her about her moan, or some people will try to kill her, (remember when a fan stab Monica Seles in the 1990’s). You can moan in any place and occasion, but you can’t moan in a yoga class. You just can’t.
At my room, I felt surreal afterward. This was such a novelic night. Haruki could write something like this. I felt awkward when i try to figure out the connection between those two ladies. They might have some kind of relation, or might have not. Or maybe this wasn’t important. So i took my “Norwegian Wood”, read it for a while, and get some sleep.
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