When we meet a close friend of our childhood after many years, we
gaze in his eyes hoping for some familiarity, seeking our own little self. Searching for that known smile, that reassuring nod of meeting at 6 round the corner.
What do we see instead? We see cold harsh reality embossed in his eyes between fragments of innocence visible only to us. His eyelids burdened by the weight of wrinkles piling up on his forehead. It hits our soul, when we realise that he might be feeling the same, looking at us.
And in that lost pursuing gaze, in that moment of haze, of perplexity, of what to look for and where. I see you waiting for me around the corner at 6 and a smile greets us.
JANUARY 18, 2015