The eyes...
I stood there, amidst the crowd up on sale, watching human beings quoting prices, bargaining... to be used. A Kenyan man, John, sitting at the bar counter, put his hand forward. "You're a nice man. I like you," he said in his strong African accent and shook my hand.
"But you barely know me. We've never met before..." I said.
"No problem my man," he replied. "Your eyes... I can make out from your eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul."
It was nice to meet him.
posted by Once the Conman at 7:27 PM
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nice to know u as well
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Comments not related to the post at hand will be deleted. My blog is not a chat forum.
Thank you.
WTF? I asked what this story was about, and you deleted it :p
what story ya... which story. This isn't a story... it's what happened day before.
You should stick to the pics you posted the other day. Particularly the one with you and your friends. On that one you can actually see your eyes, whereas you look anything but kind on this one. Sorry - but I really don't like these "staged" pics. They make you look so pretentious and full of yourself - and I'm beginning to think that you may not be that...
Arrey mere bhai... Please Please Please... I literally, I sweeeaaarrrmm i go down on my knees and join my hands... I hail to you...
Just shut up ya... PLEASE... if you go into the archives and read a blog called whatever yeah whatever you 'll see i have said there are two sides of me... one is kind, while one is a killer.
Anyway... please... just keep ur comments to yourself if u wanna stay anonymous...
I believe the eyes and the heart never lies.. to be able to read another's eyes is indeed a skill which most of us lack.But I still try... sometimes I get it right other times I fail misarably.. but yes they are the windows to the soul and like windows the clearer they are the more you see. :)
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