The Iris

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

Iris

I was sitting inside a bus one day, and just diagonally opposite to me came a woman and sat; earphones in her ears and head burdened down, a hand covering the part of her forehead and almost whole of the pair of eyes.She was sad.

Whenever I am sad and at the same time be in a public place, I try to notice the eyes. Some eyes says 'I'm happy', some says 'I'm sad', some helpless, some full of hope, some filled with failure, some with success. While some are so confusing, that you can hardly tell what they say... cold... as if even a bright light would not affect the Iris. I come home, look myself in the mirror and find out that my eyes in no way different from their's. Every Iris has a story to tell. Every story is as unique and as good as the others. 


Submitted: September 27, 2011

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