During that fraction, I saw many a question rippling in his
eyes,
and a host of sighs bursting forth in staccato gasps.
There was a question on his lips too.
What was the question, I never would know,
for he walked away soon after,
his unasked question lost in the ear-piercing laughter
coming from an eatery across the road,
and the sonorous drone of the traffic.
I kept looking at him till he was a speck in the distance.
But, I wonder whether I will ever forget that look.
Intensely sad. Wistful.
What had he lost?
What were his restless eyes hunting for?
May be, I would meet him again traversing the same path
and ask him.
Yes, I am sure, our paths will cross again.
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