May 27, 2009 § 14 Comments
He passes by her, keeping his eyes downcast.
He does not want to look her in the eyes.
Eyes are where affection is most prominent.
He is afraid that she may find out.
Just as he is about to turn a corner, she calls out his name. He turns around. She says hi, he replies with some random noise that his throat comes up with.
He has no option, he has to look her in the eye. Look anywhere else and she might be offended. And he did not want to offend her.
Eyes, he knows, speak a language of their own. Her eyes do too. But its a language he does not know, but it seems nice, he feels he ought to learn to speak that language.