I saw him; just a glance was enough to get hold of my attention. There were many faces some were known and to some, I guess I have never paid enough attention. I even saw my friend waving at me, but I just didn’t want to lose him from my sight. The feeling was so new to me. I couldn’t take my eyes from him. I was talking to my friend but constantly trying to see him through the corner of my eyes. But I couldn’t find him. I felt hysteric, I just wanted to see that face again.

I saw him again; this time I noticed what was so attractive about him, his smile. So pure it was, so innocent it appeared on its face. The sun rays fell on his face and cheeks became red. He kept on looking back and so did I. I wanted to ask his name. I wanted to talk to him and know more about him. But something stopped me. I still do not know what exactly made me think I should I have a conversation with him. And most importantly what made me stop.

Was it fear of the unknown or the fear of stumbling up with my words? I am still searching for the answer as I walk back. The feeling keeps lingering in my mind. I can still picture him. Now when I recall the entire episode in my mind I get a clear picture. The actual reason as to why I couldn’t take my eyes from him. The reasons were his hands. The hands that pulled the trolley loaded with heaps of sacks. The hands, that pulled it all the way. The sun rays burned his bare hands… which made his face glow only to make it look like on burning fire. Eyes as black as coal; and hands as strong as iron.

I didn’t pity him or his condition. Instead, I pitied all those who walked by him, all of us who carried our own stacks of books. The hands that pulled the trolley didn’t complain about. His eyes pierced into our conscience. His smile mocked us. He mocked the society who was so ignorant about the reality. It mocked all of us, who dragged their feet and complained about the hardships we have in our lives. It was a mockery on the burdens we claim to carry on our shoulders from the time the sun rises and carry it till it goes into hiding. His hands pulled away from the burdens of society without questioning it.



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