I observe things. The people, places, situations, nights and the words. I observe. I deduct. I react. I do my own judgement. I observe the way a person folds his arms, way his eyebrows bend or the lips twitch. The way a person puts on his shirt, folds the sleeves. The way a person retains the Universe, the stars and the constellation in his eyes.
I read. I learn things from them. A person whom you have casually met for the first time and he holds the door open for you. I learn the kindness and courtesy from them.
A person you are interacting with, for the first time, opens up and tells you every dark and bright tales of their life. I learn honesty and trust at first sight from them.
A person who keeps calm when I am over-reacting. I learn from them the value of a relationship.
Small gestures: They will mean everything to you if you observe things, observe people. If you observe everything around you. Gestures are the most beautiful language, if only you understand.
I am a different personality to different people. I am Shy to one, Quiet to another, Rebel to one, Thoughtful to another or maybe Annoying to many. People have their judgement about me based on the way I agree to show a side of my personality to them.
In the nights of the lonely days, my thoughts get clouded with self-valuation. How many are there who might read me between the lines? There are many I’m unknown to. There are many I have walked away from. There are few I was forced to move away from. There are many I have not met yet. Many places I have not been to. Many memories I don’t stick to anymore. I crave for deep conversations, I crave for someone to hold on to my thoughts and hug my soul. I crave for the love which is beyond explanation, expression and judgement. How do I discover myself through the eyes of people who do observe things like I do? How do I know if I really exist to be read and written about, someday. How do I know if I exist as a life or a little matter in it? How do I wish to be connected mentally. A desire in them to read my words and measure the depths in my thoughts.
I yearn to know every inch of my existence through the eyes which Observe.