That day I saw him going upstairs, he lost in his own world, continuously staring the floor. May be he had a jury or may be trying to resolve something… but there was definitely some very hard action taking place in his mind ...and he is interpreted in spite of the fact that he is ‘Unknown’
That morning freshness…with uncombed wet hair, his backpack…I am sure he had really enjoyed his bath…a refreshing bath that he might have taken after three to four days…and still trying to solve the ‘Unknown’ puzzle
His vain attempt of controlling himself from smiling…but when he smiles, laughs without any apprehensions… feels like there could be no purest form of expression than that… and the knowing of the ‘Unknown’ begins…
He keeps walking straight..and erect …and stout…and then when he looks left…that look of his makes your day…and I realize I am trying to know the ‘Unknown’
His continuous stare of five seconds…straight into your eyes…energizes you enough that you can work the entire night for a work which you wish you could avoid…Here I wish only if I could know the ‘Unknown’ even more…
An attempt of knowing the ‘Unknown’
Hmmmm Sounds Sooooo Romantic Dear....!!!
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