Doors

by Naila Sheikh


Sometimes, in the midst of it all, I stand still at moments of passing; those moments in which words were exchanged, gazes were met, doors were opened and briefly, a fluttering of joy was felt. I wonder if those moments had meaning? Whether my presence was taken as a desire to fill only, or was it beyond an unexplainable energy after all?

 

Perhaps our signs met in need of destined paths, in need of each other, to open gateways to newly felt emotions, to exciting days ahead in which distance seemed like eternity and the mere glance of each other, would melt away all surroundings.

 

Perhaps...