The Eye Among the Mist
In our life, we all have a wild mist either maybe in ourselves or could be in some of the person we admire. The feeling of such a mist brings joy as well as curiosity among us. For me, mist couldn’t be defined as just a person, it was way more than that. It was a feeling of comfort, a sense of assurance, a sense of comradeship among daily hustles. I don’t exactly know what the mist was. Maybe some call it love, some call it affection, I call it divinity. Whensoever I talk to myself in the depth of my emotional thoughts, I find the same mist surrounding me as a cover to the amnesia that I might want just to forget. This brings comfort to me. The eyes, maybe those dark eyes, go beyond visual attributes. They get deeper into our consciousness. They just don’t watch, they feel, they dream, and they can tell a story to my internal consciousness. This might be or not what I would ever wish for, but it is surely what my mind wanted, just someone who could understand me. The dilemma that gets ...