The first time I saw him, I ignored him. I was least bothered to even acknowledge his presence as his existence then hardly mattered. I was too caught up in the tides of time in my own ocean of life trying to meet my shore who was and is very far from me burning under the golden sun.
I never noticed the fact that he noticed me and read deep in my eyes. He was seen as the clown making people laugh around. For me, I never had to wait for him to cast the spell of his humor; I would just smile looking at him.
Little did we know that these mere smiles were weaving a long thread of connection that would allow our innerbeings to share the secrets of our sorrow! Silence was healing us in its own magical way. It seemed like we knew each other from…
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