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‘Interaction’ Sale

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He is a salesman, a set of people who have best read the remaining set of people. Yet, as he observes, every salesman is unique, in that their experiences in facing customers are different. This was a time he spoke to sell, not the products but a lesson he learnt.

He went on to reveal:

“As salesmen when we knock the door, there are broadly two kinds of prospective customers we get to meet. One kind who unashamedly use the objectionable f-word to send us out, and the other who can be diplomatic in avoiding the case for a period. The second category is where we struggle more to convert the prospect to a customer. The problem is clear and simple, that the prospect is not strong enough to take a decision, even to say NO.”

To that part his experience did not sound any new music. Obviously, I still did not buy his talk. He went on to add:

“Today, we saw someone special, a third kind. At the sound of the doorbell, she came out. Rarely as in our profession, we got a chance to speak. She listened to all what we said, and patiently added even more – something which we can take as an evidence of prospect’s intent to buy. Just as we were about to offer to sell, she took the initiative again – subtle till now, but pronounced at this juncture of a short sale meeting. She wanted to ask her husband’s opinion on the product we offered, irrespective of the product’s benefits. She soon made the call and after her brief happy sounding conversation, we were even happier to have finally made the sale.”

The two parts of the discussion put together still did not sell value. I decided to move on finding a new story, just when he said:

“The first two categories symbolize a poorly built relationship in their personal life, but the third category is a more fruitful endeavor built on the foundations of understanding and sharing. And perhaps that is happiness!!”

I bought it now, and with thanks!

Interactions reflect relationships.

Soul mate

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8 P.M. Driving on the beach road is always  a great experience, especially on full moon days. The curve ahead offers one of the most beautiful sights of the beach. I could not resist having the bliss nature presented. Soon, my bike found itself parked on a road side, all alone.

Standing on the highland, a few hundred meters away from the beach, I saw the moon had an unusually orange tinge. One might wonder if it was a street light hanged in the air with some invisible ropes. Ms. Moon had all the might of her twilight standing on the horizon. She took the center stage. The reflection of the twilight, particularly the brightest part right down her feet, felt like a carpet rolled there for her to walk into her royal chair.

With no one to disturb, my imagination took its own stance and zoomed out for a moment. The entire picture with me in it, I felt sympathetic to the movie stars to whom these situations may be artificial. The whole thing just looks picture perfect. And I realize, I was actually leaning on a street light with my hands folded – something, I hopefully did before the imagination took over. I would not like to imagine now, that I copied somebody.

Erasing that  little disturbance caused by the memorable  imagination was the girl, who was even more beautiful, and had the brains to enjoy the bliss in silence. Looking at her fueled the imagination again, but before I again ran into the danger of being consumed, she said:

“Dear, Shall we move? It is already very late.”

Shook up for a minute, I had to acknowledge that I was not alone. She is my soul mate who asked for this moment that I seem to have enjoyed as if it were mine. Perhaps, that is why she is a SOUL MATE.

The solution for our emotional starvation is with our life partners.

A Morning Walk

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When you look at the background of the bright moon changing from black to dark navy blue to shades of black and blue, turning into shades of crimsion and red, just before settling with a sky blue color with few white patches called clouds – it is easy to realize that morning walk is a treasurous experience, for all time, every day.

Add to it, those who have their own signature style of walking; the military man walking brisk and straight, the girls and boys strolling together more than they walk, and the old man – very old indeed – who runs as if he is preparing himself to compete at the olympics, and that old lady who pauses more times than her footsteps. And there you realize you could make some of your best friends in a morning walk.

The biting boots were really no problem as the early morning winds were soothing the entire body – of which I suddenly realize how small the feet are. But yes! They carry me and deliver all this heavenly bliss I see while I am still alive. The winds certainly also ensured that my hands were mating – now, heat inside and chilly outside.

With your soulmate in heart and mind, and nature on all other sides – a morning walk with such life partner is indeed a moment that no money can fetch. Is there a different opinion on that?!

Experiences are cherished by those who live.

Beach Beauty

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I knelt down on the shores of the beautiful beach. The sand on the shores was friendly to me, as it did offer more cushion to get into a comfortable posture. Looking at the waves was definitely not new. But a beach is never out of giving us new thrills with its beauty.

And this time the rocks in the sea felt like they were floating, asking help and trying to announce their presence. The waves had extra turbulence which seem to have played with these rocks. The sun going down, I felt, was trying to meet the sea to make love during the silent nights. After all, he was red while going down; perhaps, shy as the new bride meeting the groom on her first night. The skies fell prostrate to the ominous strength of the sea; understandable as their lord, the sun was himself so titillated. I could not understand if the breeze was making the sea dance, or the dancing sea was bringing the breeze. But that couple always made the beach an exciting and inviting experience.

I shifted my focus to more man-made things. And from far I could see there were at least ten ships sailing on the horizon. The small fisher boats looked like providing traffic signals to these ships. The thought of traffic was followed by a sound – it is an airplane with might and more masculinity than anything else in the scene. It did not care for the beach beauty and sped away quite fast on its duty. I turned back my head to take a look at the road, and felt railways was the only mode of transport missing in the sea.

I brushed my hair back to embrace the strong breeze hitting straight on my face. I expected wrong! Now that the waves making me full wet have reminded me of my night sessions in the college, I made a move back to home. But I planned to have the kiss of the beach again, the next day.

Beauty Consumes!