Like some things become temporary forever. The silence, the stare, those eyes, that smile…I wonder how time flies giving us surprises at every turn and twist. He never said anything except the best words of silence. Had he spoken them out even once, I would have gone with the wind to break free of all the shackles of convention, to fly with him. But he didn’t say a thing, and I didn’t go. He went ahead, I stayed back looking in wonders of what could have been had it been. How I should remember him, sometimes time teaches me to do so and at other times, it’s just those temporary forevers, the flashbulb memories. Like the long gaze of those thoughtful eyes. He could speak so much and with such conviction with those silent eyes. I could notice a twinkle or two at times when he used to look at me and my nonstop explanations with such awe, as if he was spelled under it. I would feel like a sky then. But I never told him how I felt. Sometimes, he would speak a few words – of course ...
Scattered pieces of myriad emotions, some known and most unknown