Every day, I come across many different people with interesting eyes.
I don’t talk to these people. I just like observing their eyes and imagining in my head what thing are like in theirs.
Here are a few observations I made, perhaps ignorantly, about the eyes I have noticed in the past few days. I don’t really understand the point of sharing this, but I really, really wanted to write about them.
Set number 1
There is a girl sitting in front of me and I have been stealing glances to look at her for the past half hour.
She is chubby, with a dimpled chin and thin lips. Her eyebrows, which look quite tense, have been plucked to a sharp line, under which her lush, long eyelashes flutter (even behind her prescription eyeglasses) as the wind blows in her direction.
She looks up and I see that her eyes are a very deep shade of brown and her lids droop at the outer corners. The eyes droop some more every time she checks her mobile phone for text messages, making her look sadder.
Perhaps she really is sad because I see her twice a week, but I never see her smile.
She is a girl from my university and she is always reading something.
Set number 2
He is a tough looking man, in his mid thirties. The look of his rough hands, face and body language tell me that he has worked in the sun for a long time. His skin is ashy brown.
He talks rarely but very fast and confidently. One of his eyebrows, which is naturally well-shaped, is always raised in a tense way, and his eyes move from one thing to another rather quickly. He looks like he is trying to make sure everything is under his control — as if he is supervising a bunch of small schoolchildren standing in an assembly.
But there is a certain innocence in these eyes — a childlike look of inexperience. These eyes are dark and they don’t shine even under the afternoon sun. They are almost wood-matte.
I got a chance to look at these eyes without them looking at me, a few times last week, because they were visible in the rear mirror of a car.
This set of eyes belong to a taxi driver.
Set number 3
Clad in an embroidered navy blue shalwaar kameez is a girl with a small forehead and a large face. Her nose sticks out a lot and her eyebrows are a set of impudent arches. The lids are shaded a deep grey at the corners. With a blue net dupatta covering her head, and with her broad shoulders, this girl looks like a future politician.
These kohled eyes are the most arrogant looking eyes I have seen all week and they blink at a fashionably slow rate. As rude as it may sound, the eyes are dull and they make the brain behind them look equally dull.
They protrude, looking unimpressed and pitifully gaze in superiority around everyone around them — everything is inferior.
This girl is in her mid twenties. I found later that she is a teacher.
Set number 4
They are a murky shade of green. They are small and full of youthful, flirtatious mischief — always open like flowers in full bloom.
Sometimes I wonder if they ever want to sleep.
In these unfeigned eyes, I see stories of friends and ambition to grow. They sparkle at everyone.
But sometimes, these alert eyes also tell a tale of missed opportunities, broken promises, delayed justice, unwilling sacrifices and undeserved deprivation.
These eyes belong to a watchman in his early twenties.