Shoelaces
I saw him after a long time. He was tying shoelaces of a little boy; the resemblance was showing the boy must be his son. He was still so graceful, nice and admirable. The everlasting quietness was still there on his face which always charmed me and drew me towards him. His eyes were the same as quiet and lost somewhere. Some gray traces in his hairs depicting the time which has passed since I saw him last.
I never met him in the sense to call a real meeting. I could never have succeeded in talking with him but some formal talk. Though I tried very hard to get closed to him. We were in the same college, though not in the same grade, he was one year senior to me. I never found him with people whom I could call ‘friends’. But I was at the age where every girl wanted to have someone whom she can call her own. I started feeling my heart softening since the very first day I saw him, coming out of the class. I almost jogged to get to near him.
“Hi, I am Sara!” I stretched my hand to shake his. He turned his face, looked into my eyes, I didn’t know what he saw there, he got blushed, and at once bent down and started tying his shoe laces.
“Hey Sara, come on we are getting late for the next class!”
I was distracted by a friend of mine, the next moment I saw he was gone.
Time was passing, and I was not finding any chance to meet him, though I most of the time saw him walking around, moving between the classes, in the library.
Exactly I saw him everywhere, might it be real or my imagination. I always found my heart to look for him or to see him at least around. I knew from other people, his name was Ghazi, might be an Arabic name, I exactly did not know.
Once I got a chance to catch him sitting alone on a bench in a corner.
“Hello Ghazi, I am Sara, do you remember me?”
“ye..yes!” He seemed to be getting nervous.
I did not want to lose this chance, so I opened my book and stretched towards him,
“Could you please explain this for me, I am a bit confused about this chapter, you are being senior, and as I was told that you do have the power on the subject, and helped many students……………so please!”
I didn’t need any explanation on the chapter because I had already understood it myself, but I want to have a chance to stay with him a bit longer.
He took the book from my hand threw a cursory look at the chapter closed the book, handed back to me and started speaking. Then I knew how authority he had on the subject. He was explaining as he himself written the book. I was looking into his eyes, surveying every color, every light reflecting from them. He then stopped. I felt that the entire surrounding became quiet, there was no sound, but the beat of my heart. There were, dampness in my eyes,
“I……………”
Before I say something, he looked into my eyes and at once bend down and started tying his shoe laces. Then I knew his shoelaces always were untie or he kept them as it is.
He stood up and gone, saying, “hope you understood the chapter now, you can ask anytime when you need any help.” There was a slight smile on his face. It was not a smile, but a ray of hope for me.
Then we became friends, as I felt, but since then he never avoided me. I always tried to keep his company whenever I got the chance. Sometimes he himself found me and we sat in the same corner where I first have found him.
My reader has now got the idea that I was in love with him, but you know I never found the chance to express my love to him. It is not that I did not try, I tried a lot, but he was kinda person who just couldn’t find himself bear or understand or didn’t want to understand. He never objected my holding his hand, he never ignored my smiling while talked with him, but whenever I got my eyes full of love for him, and he looked at it, he always bent down and start tying his shoelaces, which I never found tied.
Then one day I found out that he was gone, left the college nobody knew where and why he was gone. I tried to get information from the office, they just told me that he went back to his country when he received an urgent mail from his parents.
I cried a lot, to lose him, to lose my love which I could never confess.
Time didn’t stop for me, it passed and passed a lot, I got married and then divorced after few years. Might be my husband couldn’t tolerate my being always lost in my imagination. We decided to get separated, we had no children so there was no complicacy in deciding so, he moved on his own way and me my own still lost in my world.
Now after many years I once again saw him, again tying shoe laces. This time not his own, his son’s.
I rushed towards him, “Hey Ghazi……….Ghazi, wait!” He turned and stopped to see me. “Hello I am Sara, do you remember me?” I stretched my hand to shake his as we were meeting the first time.
He took my hand in his. He was smiling, his eyes were shining with pleasure, he was pleased to see me.
“Your son?” “Yes! Say hello to Sara Faizi!”
“Haaii,” his son Faizi said to me looking at me with delight.
“Where is your wife?” “Died when he was born, couldn’t survive” There was a gloom in his voice.
“Oh, I am sorry. I also got married, but my marriage could not survive!”
“How! Why!!” He asked.
I looked at him, my eyes were full of tears, there were all suffering of love I had gone through, without him. He felt the heat emitting from my eyes and as usual bent down to tie his shoelaces, but there were no laces in his shoes this time, he turned to his son’s shoes,
“What are you doing papa, you have just tied my laces”.
He stood up, looked into my eyes, his eyes were also filled with tears.
“Ghazi, how long will you hide your love behind the shoe laces? How long?”
He felt the pain and my pleading, took my hand in his, “let’s go!”
His son released his hand ran around, held my hand and said, “Yes let’s go!”