The Beautiful Eyes of a Stranger

For the few seconds when their eyes met, time froze. Making those seconds longer than they actually were. She had just adjusted the the strap of her handbag & lifted her eyes so that they’d coincidently fall on his. A complete stranger with beautiful brown eyes. ‘Kind eyes’ she thought. Everything else was a blur. Her eyes were fixated on his. The short time that had elapsed wasn’t enough for her to learn more about this person. Not enough time for her to get to know what she might hate or fall in love with. Just enough time to give her something to think about with joy for a few more minutes after leaving her sight & before getting distracted with the life around her. It felt as if both of their souls floated & got suspended in midair, away from the crowd & the noise, giving them freedom & space. They exchanged smiles, silently greeted each other with ‘Hi’ & acknowledged some sort of mutual affection to one another. Not love, not hate, but something. Something that was less than like & more than indifference. Then, not ‘in a few words or more’ but none at all, they said their goodbyes.



‘How the fuck is this actually happening?!’ – my loudest & currently only thought on what’s happening in Gazza.

Every time I’m not sitting in front of the TV, I forget for a bit about what’s going on & get immersed in my world, but then I open twitter & see tweets or retweets that remind me. Yes, there isn’t much that we can do (and that is indescribably frustrating) but it beats forgetting. We need to fight our natural defensive reaction of trying to block things that upset us out. So do write, express, be the person who ‘rains on everyone’s parade’ because if all this didn’t help, they wouldn’t try so hard to ban people from doing it. I’m not saying our little life problems aren’t problems because they are & they matter, but just don’t forget about theirs.

This is here to remind you & thank those who remind me.