I might one day just be shoved out of the Metro, thanks to the my weird ways. I often stare at people and when I am traveling in the ladies compartment, I stare at women and girls. Some stare back, some shy away but I don't give up. No no, don't get me wrong, I am pretty much straight, the only thing which compels me to keep looking at women is their eyes as in the expressive eyes.
The more women I have observed, the more my belief has strengthened that how much they can talk through eyes. Its just all there, bare in front of the world to read to grasp and to make meaning of what these little treasures are trying to say. There are eyes which show helplessness, there are the naughty ones waiting to get into someone's arms, eyes raring to go and take over the world, eyes tired of the many burdens, eyes happy and content... The more the eyes; the more the expressions. I look at them and smile inwardly as to how many would be reading mine.