Windows to the Soul

I sometimes wonder why I didn’t pay attention to those clichéd sayings that we tend to come across so often. People say eyes are the windows to the soul; they might be. But the truth is that sometimes you see a reflection of what you feel, in the eyes of another. The damp glimmer that I might have in my eyes is understood and the tears cherished, yes, it’s reflected in another pair of eyes. The silent woes waiting to be told need not be said to be heard anymore for they are intertwined with the strings of the heart of another. The strong desire to hear the enchanting sounds once the dark befalls half the planet, along with another, may not go unnoticed anymore for far across there is another soul quietly absorbing the beauty of the night and gazing inside his soul just like me.

What a strange place this is, silent, soothing, comforting yet the memory of rare moments spent together threaded beautifully like a tapestry, a piece of art. Small joys and the hope of many more memories to make together, contentment at where you are, what you are and what life you carve out for yourself; what are they but signs of a joyous life.

Night arrives again, bringing with itself a familiarity; the humdrum of the night having a soothing effect on nerves. How beautiful is still of the night and how mediocre the hustle and bustle of the day at times. I close my eyes and the fuzzy memory lurking behind the demands of the day emerges in its full glory once again, playing a content smile on my face, my heart filled with satisfaction at being able to bring it to life whenever I want. Staircases are nothing but dull steps of concrete to many, but a sight frozen in those moments on the first few steps a long time ago can make it worth a lifetime; the day you started your life! So I give up and with dampness threatening to escape from the corners of my eyes, decide that yes, I can dedicate one more night to the memory, and another night, and another, and yet another, till the time comes for life and me to part ways….