“I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin I want to
savor, at the color of his eyes I’d use to paint a million pictures”
- Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
Lights...how fascinating they are. The first morning rays of
the sun, the aura of the night sky, the starry delights, the million
fireflies...nature’s mystery. Then you have the dying street lights, the bright
head lights of motor lives, the yonder tube lights and halogen bulbs...the
human mastery. Nevertheless one light that made my life once again bright was
somebody’s eyes’ light. Eyes are one of the most expressive and evading senses
one can have. Those eyes are unforgettable, because for the first time
somebody’s eyes created no discomfort, no longing...rather born was a freedom.
A freedom inexplicably true and felt, a healing process started within her that
moment. His eyes were small, sunken inside the sockets of weariness, but it was
endless and boundless. Eyes speak, they speak a lot especially when silence is
called in for game. She saw a million stars descending down into her life
bringing to her a starry night in the broad daylight when he looked at her. She
searched in the color of his eye’s light a million colors she could lay her
hands on to paint the best pictures of a better tomorrow. The colours painted
her childhood memories all with bright blue, violets and red. She that day did
liberate herself from a bondage of past, for his eyes spoke of peace, courage,
perseverance and compassion, even before all waited to unleash its true spirits
to light up lives. Slowly his eyes spoke to her heart, kept her agony all
apart. Out in the hills, they could hear her voice inside out, the dog’s wail
and the elderly woman’s tale. Never did he have a dodging look nor a piercing gaze...
he did have a smiling eye that rendered free her soul. She felt that moment a
rush of thoughts of pleasure and pain, of the journey from childhood to
adolescence. Those eyes were to become a friend of her life forever even in the
absence of the beholder. She knew that day all she wanted was more of starry
nights and less of city lights, more of rich smiles to scatter, to those whose
dreams are shattered, to smile more through her eyes even when lips can’t
design curves...His eyes became a friend of her life through which she would paint a million pictures of a better tomorrow...
