Those longing eyes….

So after a weeklong of heavy snowfall, it was no surprise that the café was full of beaming crowd on this bright sunny Saturday afternoon. She has been sipping coffee reading her book, and waiting for her friend. She would look up sometimes to admire the day and other times to admire the crowd. She looked up again but only this time her eyes refused to go back to her book. She was staring at those eyes. Those longing eyes, she seems to remember.

It didn’t take her long and she was sitting in the classroom with those longing eyes fixed on the blackboard. She was dreading the school bell which would ring in few minutes signaling the end of school day. How she wished every day at that time that she won’t have to walk back to her house. How she wished she didn’t have to see tears rolling down her mother’s beautiful black eyes onto her innocent cheeks. She longed for someone to take her away from the pain which no one in the classroom had any inkling about. The stare back startled her and she again fixed her eyes onto her book.

But she was no more reading. She was thinking of those longing eyes. She again remembers those eyes. This time it was not hers. It was her friend’s for whom she has been waiting. That day when they were sitting beside each other, gazing at ocean. With his longing eyes fixed at infinity, how he wished his love would come back and he could tell how much he was in love. He desperately wanted to change things if he could at that very moment. How the heaviness of his heart was also weighing up on her. Although she wanted to comfort him, all she did that day was not utter any word. Yeah she remembers those longing eyes.

Suddenly a loud laughter broke her gaze and she looked up to see a cheerful couple talking to her. One of them is her friend. She sees his eyes, but those are now cheerful eyes. Yeah she smiled back at them.  She has now those happy eyes too. Though smiling she was amazed. Life is such.