Shoelaces
I saw him after a long time. He was tying shoelaces of a little boy; the resemblance was showing the boy must be his son. He was still so graceful, nice and admirable. The everlasting quietness was still there on his face which always charmed me and drew me towards him. His eyes were the same as quiet and lost somewhere. Some gray traces in his hairs depicting the time which has passed since I saw him last.
I never met him in the sense to call a real meeting. I could never have succe