Sometimes silence speaks better than words. In fact silence speaks what words can't even. What one needs is not the ears to listen that untold story but a soul to feel the emotions. Sometimes some eyes ask some questions. And at other times all the answer lie in our small smiles. Smiles which come from within, without immediate reason. You are happy, not because you got something, not because you achieve something. But because you saw those eyes which were happy.
The story of life is not written by us. Yes we play a dominant character but there are other players as well. And so every happening, every event is not completely within our reach. We mold it, we influence it, we shape it and we nurture it. But we do not make it. And those who make it (almighty) do not make it according to us.
I had a story, a story in which I was the dominant character but not the finisher. I did make some commitments but could not fulfill those due to some other reason. I had to make choice. A choice between will and deontology, a choice between present and future. A choice about which I am still wondering, was that right choice or wrong.
Time came and time went. People came around, and lost in the crowd again. But a pair of eyes still ask me why I promised them for the thing I could not get. What right did I had to betray those eyes for my own benefit? Did I had rights to shatter those dream which were designed by hard work and constant efforts.
10 years down the line, I encountered those eyes again. Again things went in front of me. And the whole story repeated itself with in a fraction of seconds. Before I could think anything else. The question revived as if they did not die ever. It was just those tough questions were looking for right opportunity to get caught me red handed.
Those eyes provided the right time to those question so as to make me feel guilty again. Wish I could go back in time again and change the decision take long back. And then I could face these eyes with a confidence and sense of responsibility rather than regret. Wish I could told these eyes thing things for which I do not have words. Wish these eyes had ignored me the way I ignored them 10 years ago. But no wish was fulfilled and those eyes get stuck in my eyes, for now and for ever...
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Thanks for understanding me!
Aik nathar, Ap pata hai! Aik nazar baad mei, main mar. I will tell you a story, Traveler. Fifteen years ago, there was a knock at our door. My younger brother opened the door and looking in front of him, he saw those eyes. He lost his conscious. When he came to his senses, he swore to take his revenge from those eyes and he did.