There he was, standing alone. His eyes fixed onto the room filled with enthusiastic pompous souls, young and old. The glass of bubbly was brought onto his lips once in a while. He sipped and he gazed.
He has very deep gaze, this young man. The sort of gaze which would penetrate straight into your soul and make you edgy. The gaze bent in shifting your focus onto the china on your table amid your attempt to return an eye contact.
11 October 2007. 2 days before Eid.
Right now...
I wonder, if you are still the young man I used to know.