Experiences, isn’t life all about experiences. What we are in the present is a miscellaneous anthology, a grab bag and a mishmash of related or unrelated events from our past. All these past events along with some anticipation, also deduced from erstwhile happenings, reflects very strongly upon our present; thus making us the person that we are. Alfred North Whitehead had said, “What we perceive as present is the vivid fringe of memory tinged with anticipation.”
Nonetheless, the quintessential reason for this post is an experience that I have had in my past which is still vivid- a recollection of a beautiful night. What was so special about the night? Apart from all essential ingredients like the ambience, the situation and the mood; there was this one another thing that did it for me.
“Those true eyes
Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them”
Owen Meredith (Edward Robert Lytton Bulwer-Lytton)
Yes, it indeed was eyes. Don’t they speak for themselves? I have always believed that they do. A close observation of the eyes and one could know what’s going on in the head. We can hide our emotions by manipulating our expression but we can’t do so with the eyes. Perhaps the best that we can do is to very quickly recover but eyes really speak for themselves at the precise time.
So, what did I see in those eyes? I saw a lot of warmth, love and want; which somehow was suppressed. I saw happiness in those eyes which was on account of the moment being perfect. I also saw fear in those eyes which was perhaps from the imagination that the whole thing might lead to a fallacy. I saw, in those eyes, a want to surrender; to give in to the moment and to resign to the consequences, whatsoever they might be. Exceptionally dreamy and extremely beautiful, those eyes captivated my senses more than anything. In fact to such an extent that I still haven’t forgotten them; I think I never will.
Nonetheless, the quintessential reason for this post is an experience that I have had in my past which is still vivid- a recollection of a beautiful night. What was so special about the night? Apart from all essential ingredients like the ambience, the situation and the mood; there was this one another thing that did it for me.
“Those true eyes
Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them”
Owen Meredith (Edward Robert Lytton Bulwer-Lytton)
Yes, it indeed was eyes. Don’t they speak for themselves? I have always believed that they do. A close observation of the eyes and one could know what’s going on in the head. We can hide our emotions by manipulating our expression but we can’t do so with the eyes. Perhaps the best that we can do is to very quickly recover but eyes really speak for themselves at the precise time.
So, what did I see in those eyes? I saw a lot of warmth, love and want; which somehow was suppressed. I saw happiness in those eyes which was on account of the moment being perfect. I also saw fear in those eyes which was perhaps from the imagination that the whole thing might lead to a fallacy. I saw, in those eyes, a want to surrender; to give in to the moment and to resign to the consequences, whatsoever they might be. Exceptionally dreamy and extremely beautiful, those eyes captivated my senses more than anything. In fact to such an extent that I still haven’t forgotten them; I think I never will.
She walks in beauty,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Lord Byron
2 comments:
It was obviously a tender moment you had there...and that is evident from your writing. These are the unfogettable moments- little ones that take your breath away.
Did my heart love till now?
Forswear it sight,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Romeo and Juliet
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