Glances are the heavy artillery of flirt. Everything can be conveyed in one look, but that look cannot be quoted word for word”
I read this quote from a book and I think it was translated from Ovid, The Art of Love, though am not too sure. but this quote strikes true in all cases.
The eyes of a person have a certain power over us – power that cannot neither be assessed nor controlled. They are magnetic and have the capability of pulling whomever they lay upon into their vast realm. When you look at someone in the eyes, for those very few seconds that you seem to be starring them directly in the pupil, a whole lot of things are expressed and multitude emotions conveyed – fear, fury, passion, confusion, admiration, bewilderment etc and all this without uttering a single word! That moment of eye contact, though you might be very far away from the person, bring them closer to you physically!
Several times it happened to me that I’d be walking down the street and taking a stroll at the park near me, as I usually do, and my eyes wander about in all directions without rhyme or reason, until, like a magnet, a pair of eyes pull me and for a few seconds protrude deeper into me. For these few seconds our eyes are interlocked, uniform and in harmony – both sets of eyes studying the other, prying into them. Then the beautiful woman whose eyes made mine her captive would pass by me, and as she does so, I can still feel her eyes starring at me from the corner, gently pleading with my eyes to have a last peek.
After a few paces, I’d suddenly, on an impulse and probably out of curiosity, look back to find that she too, is doing the same, again our eyes are interlocked for a few more seconds as if this happened by mere co-incidence. Then we’d both retreat feelings as though we both caught one another red-handed in an illegal act of voyeurism. Its as if the eyes are pulling me back for one, just one last glance!