The Eyes Know It

“What do you think is the worst emotion we feel?”, I ask.

She is quiet. I wait for an answer. I know she is looking within herself, pondering. “Fear”, she replies quietly.

The moment I hear her reply, I realise it couldn’t be more truthful. I know she is not finished. “Fear is all consuming, it makes you restless. You can’t sleep peacefully or eat heartily. Nothing you do takes your mind off the fear. You lose your general sense of peace. What could be worse? “

I agree. The worst or maybe the most intriguing part about fear, is the uncertainty associated with it. It’s the feeling of an impending sense of doom , but then again, you wonder if it’s really that bad. Sometimes, it’s as light as being scared about an exam the next day, sometimes it’s the subtle fear hidden behind the corners of your mind regarding your future. Or sometimes it’s the fear of what’s left unsaid. Maybe you could converse with people, to help recover from the fear. Maybe not. But fear remains, till the event is certain. Once the event is certain, it’s no longer fear.

Her eyes meet mine, they tell me her fears. I know she is in a vulnerable position. But what could I say? I hope my eyes have conveyed, what words cannot. We hold hands. Our love is sacred. Perhaps, it’s not enough. Or perhaps “it’s not natural” like the society says. I laugh at the irony myself. How could a feeling as pure as this not be natural?

We stare into the silence of the night. The silence is embracing. We both are lost in thought, fearful of our future together.