ANOTHER FACE
The softness of her Face contrasted with the sharp image of the pa in my mind she had a fair complexion that seemed to begin from one ear and end in the other she was not exactly beautiful, but I wanted to find beauty in homely face at that moment. I could almost see my future when one of a couple of homely faces would propose to hold the beacon of my future. The face before me was, relatively speaking, original. The other faces seemed to be a product of a process of automatic duplication. Hen I looked closely at them, these faces belonged to types already in my mind. But my mind presented no class offering a natural place to her face---- she was a specimen apart. These were some truths that were falling into order before me.
Several truths of life began falling into place as I became conscious of the contrast between her face and other faces. The contrast symbolized the yawning gap between two consecutive stages of my life. She seemed to represent the bridge between joy and sorrow in my life, between all the evil in the world and all the good. Her face represented a timeless entity that offered relief from the glowing heat o the world. I found myself peering closely into the mystery of life as I looked into her face. It was as vivacious and naughty s a baby and as fresh as the drops of water trickling down my neck after a shower.
Her facer reminded me of the hundreds of dreams that could not materialize. It is strange how quickly these images of energy had faded into the background of my life. It reminded me that there is only one dream that could ever be a reality. The dream has served as the sparks that ignite a bonfire: the dream has given way to a flood of emotions within me. The dream could be the solvent that could mitigate the darkness of the night that has been hovering over me for a long time. It has been a dark, long and cold night: I have dreamt the same dream throughout the night. The night would certainly dissolve into the day, the dream would initiate the dawn of a fresh day, the dream would face into the reality. I look forward to the dawn in my life, I look forward to touching the dream turned into a reality.
The reality presents things to feel, it provides comfort as well as discomfort. I began to feel uncomfortable looking into her face. I began to analyze the situation. The idea of a diminished liberty that the entire process would involve did seem a bit indigestible to me. There was a glowing fallacy in the logic of the proposition. All of a sudden, I didn’t want the dream to be a reality. I brought the roller-coaster of my emotions to a halt: I felt better to pause at the edge of the larger adventure.
A jolt reminded me of the adventure I had really bargained for---- I was on a bus. The face assimilated with the crowd that boarded the bus. The experience has been like the dewdrops that decorate the morning, but they also mourn the passage of the night. I’m still not sure whether to celebrate he adventure or join the dewdrops in the mourning.
