Snippets

His eyes crinkled as he laughed. They set deep calluses by the corners of his eyes, the very best kind. They were weathered away and set like the pavement outside my doorstep that has been walked on many times before. A different foot every time through the happiest and saddest of days. Strong and prominent, but left unnoticed unless looked upon by the sharpest of eyes. He sat alone. In a room full of people he chose to sit in the seat in the center, alone. Not by anyone, but always surrounded by people. He was surrounded by voices, by chatter that always seemed to makes its way to him, and he let it. He joined the quarrels and merriment and conversation. He always became the loudest of the group. The one with an abundance of things to say.

xoxo Ankita