Vicarious Love (Self-realization)
Vicarious Love... I was coming out of the main block to the courtyard area of my office, and she was coming downstairs with her colleagues, holding a poster while I took the first glance at her. When my eyes saw her, it seemed as if my past was standing before me and smirking. Same appearance: colossal kohled eyes behind the spectacles, eyes with the same fathom. Sharpened narrow eyebrows, Chubby cheek, same 5’ 2'' height. Lips were slightly raised from the typical level. Only two things were different: the nose and her short hair, which was trying to cover the left ear only. But it was not the end; the face had the same attitude, and she had the same trapped emotions inside her that she was reluctant to or afraid of realizing. In those 10 seconds, I perceived her photographically in my mind. I got stopped robotically. I did not w...