Reflections - A Journey Through Life

Which beauty would you see? Men look at women. Being a man I know that. For the same reason, I do not know so conclusively whether women also look at men the same way. By logical deduction, I am sure that women do look at men, but I am not sure about the manner in which they do. Amongst faces in the crowd my eyes automatically search for a beautiful one. If there is one, it shines like a brightly lit lamp amongst so many unlit dark lamps around. Yes, to many of us beauty is embodied in women. To us men at least. I do not really know whether women also find other women beautiful. And there is no practical reason why they should. I have my own definition of beauty built bit by bit over so many decades. By what? Apart from the inherent subjective element, it certainly is the society around me that shaped the definition of beauty in me. Oh yes, perception of human beauty is subjective. Definition of beauty for an African man will certainly be different from that of an English ...

Some things you won't get back All through life we lose things. Some are small, some are important. Some are tangible, some intangible. We never know what we would lose tomorrow and usually we forget what we lost yesterday. Sometimes we get back our lost jewels, many times the lost remains lost forever. During our childhood, we lost our cricket balls. After a particularly strong hit the ball landed on a thicket. It was late. In the growing darkness we searched for it half-heartedly hoping that next morning we would find it. But that next morning never would come. While growing up we lost bigger things. It was Sunday. The bus was not crowded. I got a seat in front of the ladies seat. The golden rays of the setting sun colored her sweet face. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face. Our eyes met at regular intervals. One silent minute felt like eternity. Just when a seat was vacated near her and I got up to occupy it, she stood up. Her destination had come. For a month ...