He rushed through the door, an eager young man carrying the trademark laptop backpack. He looked at me and with a sheepish smile apologised for being late.

I smiled back, not yet knowing that he’d flown in that morning and had to battle through traffic in rainy conditions to get to the training centre.

I took in his whole face, open and handsome, noticing the faint beads of sweat on his dark brow.

People are people, human, full of feelings and emotions, and we all come with back-stories. Those stories not everyone is a witness to. We judge based on what we see. And that is not always accurate.

As I witness other people being themselves what are they noticing about me, witnessing emotions on my face as I pass through from state to state, multiple times during the day.


Entered in WordPress’ Discover Challenge – Witness


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