I saw her the first time when I was wandering around Sheffield’s Heart of the City area. She wore jeans and jumper playing outside Nero among passers-by and chuggers. She was out of the ordinary somehow. I could not tell which part of her beauty struck me: her distinctive Western European features or the way she drew the bow with elegancy. I was charmed. I stopped my wander, got myself a cup of tea in the nearby shop to listen, to see, and to absorb her. I left without talking to her. I like keeping certain things un-known and un-touch while I am on the move through towns. They make the journeys mysteriously unfulfilled. They give me a reason to go back one day.
Unexpectedly, I saw her again only a few days later in the familiar street of my so-called English hometown Newcastle. She was in a glamorous dress shining in a windy morning. Her music warmed up the chill air of the early hours in the northern town. I stopped this time to talk to her. She sounds friendly. She said she travels around the country to perform. Another traveler. She said she plays in weddings. In my fantasy, I already saw her playing the white violin in my white wedding ceremony. She said I am not the only one who saw her in different places. She is not the only one whom I tried to leave behind in my wander. Fate crosses our paths once more time briefly but pleasantly. Life is full of nice surprises.