Move

    Looking into someone's eyes is generally considered as polite. When you are having a conversation with someone, we are told to look them in their eyes , cause "eyes never lie". Eyes has a power itself,not in a magical way, but psychologically and emotionally. Humans are naturally trained to read eyes, you can see anger, sadness, happiness, nervousness, love and confusion. But what I saw that night was none of these. I saw a place I had never been before ,,something distant and beautiful, almost like a quiet paradise. It unsettled me. I turned away too quickly, overcome by a strange nervousness, as if I had glimpsed something I was not meant to see for long. I could not hold that gaze. It felt as though those eyes contained the very thing I had been craving ... my heaven, my salvation. And the person smiled, looking at me without knowing the storm that had begun inside me. ( If you change your perspective, it could be a lot more, haha)

         I didn’t expect it to matter that much. It was night, on the road to Christmas, people's walked by and so vehicles.Someone cross the road...facing left.That eyes, it was dark, yet I swear I saw an ocean, not the wild kind ,, but the calm one at sunrise, where light rests gently on the surface . There was warmth in them, a softness that didn’t need words. For two seconds, it was like a movie.Everythings seems slow and quiet.I felt like the person in front of me  and I were the only two people alive in the world. It’s strange how two seconds can be enough to fill pages of a diary. We later sat under the light, and I could finally see clearly. No rushing glances,just stillness,  drowning in those eyes and i realized I wasn’t just looking at those eyes, i was held by that person gaze. Not trapped in a painful way, but willingly confined. Like stepping into a room and deciding you don’t want to leave. I had seen beautiful things before or at leas...

"8:30 pm" A teuh ther ther viau asin. Mau i sat vek tawh a, mahse i dahkhawm sa, i tel khawm sa vek kha, i ke ah hliam a awm tih i hmu a i va tuam chhungin an lo ruk sak che a; kha mau kha i hralh anga, i tlai chaw hmeh tur lei na tur a ni tih a ru tu khan a hre awm der si lo! A teuh ther ther viau asin. Phone thar i nei ve hlauh mai a, a chhunga awm te chu i duh dan angin i han kuaiherin, i siam rem a, i thlalak duh ber mai te chu i phone hmeh en ruala hmuh theih turin i dah a. I phone chu ṭangkai leh zuala hman i tum ruh ve lhawp mai, hei hian ka sumdawng anga, ka khawsak pawh a zia mahna tiin, hlim takin i ak ṭha a, i kekawr ipte leh lam i zen hlanin lehlama i phone ah chu i thlauh palh ta hlauh mai! A hmai a keh ta vek, a ṭial ta ruai a, khawih chet theihin a awm ta lo! A teuh ther ther viau asin! Thinlung in a lo zawm tawh, hma hun a lo thlir pui, bo leh ta si chu! Kumhlun tur engmah awmlo zingah pawh, a teuh nilovin a tak ram han thleng ve se. Vanduai naah pawh, a tak  ...

   The sky turned heavy long before the rain began. There is a strange beauty in dark weather. The world slows down. Footsteps become quicker, conversations softer. The smell of wet earth rises, grounding everything. Dark weather isn’t always about storms. Sometimes it feels like a mirror reflecting the quiet moods we carry inside.