Capturing a moment.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
♥ Thursday, October 02, 2008
It is her eyes, thatCaptures, like a camera, moments onto that film we call memory."open the door.." i said.And there, the first thing that i see, is her search. Her search that had both hope and wonder, that said "is it possible?" or "it cant be.."Her eyes fell on me. A moment. Badminton.Walking, panting, sweaty and speech-weary. But she looks at me. And in that instance, her eyes whisper her feelings. A moment.
Finger at mouth; looking innocent; acting cute. Photo taken, phone snatched. Wrestled and tussled, ran and laughed. And her eyes: a ticklish irritation ; a worried humour; a playful disturbance. And maybe, just maybe, a remembering of what is it like being a child all over again. A moment. Dreary, sullen talks. The weariness of life and the weight of the world shouldered. She looks into her phone and messages, and i stop her and take a look, again. A moment. It is her studying now. Looking elsewhere. Looking all around actually. Anywhere but her books. Thinking and grooving to the music, her notes practically begging for more attention. And there she is. Aloof to the world. A moment.
And this is the moment where we compile all those moments and ask 'how did we get here'. As if Aphrodite herself commanded the greek gods of fate and time to plan this from the start, as if She had this grand cosmic scheme to get us where we are, right from the moment that i met her. And as if She already laid the future, in Cupid's arms, like a child.
