“He noticed her. And she noticed, and kept on noticing, him.” – Amelia Mangan
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.” – Rabindranath Tagore
“Seeing bored-looking fans staring at you while you DJ is about as horrible as it gets.” – Boy George
“I was getting old, man. I was staring 27 in the face.” – Charlie Bell
“I can’t stop staring at my beautiful new baby.” – Abbey Clancy
A stare could mean many a things.
I was in my car…my father drove around, maneuvering the crazy Indian traffic (if you’ve been to India, you know what this means!). There was a bus that just crossed our path. And a woman sat inside it, with a kid on her lap.
I looked at her once. She looked at me too. I glanced at something else for a fraction of a second. But there was something in her stare that had caught my attention earlier and I was forced to look in her direction again. We looked into each other’s eyes for the entire duration that the bus intercepted our way.
I noticed nothing else. I don’t know the colour of her hair or the colour of her clothes. I don’t know what she was wearing. I don’t know whether the kid on her lap looked at me or at her or was busy doing whatever it was that interested him/her. I don’t know if she was a village belle or a modern fashionista. I don’t know if she was a fair lady or a dusky beauty. I don’t know if she looked rich or poor. I don’t know if her lips curled up to smile at me or she held a frown instead. I know nothing (I know you must have thought of Jon Snow the moment you read those words)!
All I knew was what the eyes said. I read her eyes as she read mine. A strange desperation, a longing, that melancholy, as if pleading for something, as if nervous about something, a worry, a state of helplessness! I read hers. What did she read in my eyes?
And the stare has stayed with me ever since.
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