I realised that I love the look on people’s faces when they look at photos of their loved ones or just photos of themselves, from the sideview. Because there’s this happiness in their eyes and a little upward curvature of the end of their lips. And I can almost imagine all those happy memories flashing through their minds. It’s heartwarming to see people looking through their photographs. It’s that little happiness that is unspeakable and so hard to describe. And then I realised that when they put the photographs away there’s always this silent sigh. Maybe it’s because of the time lost, or the fleeting moments that only surface when the photographs come into view. But it’s a lovely sight nonetheless. I saw the look twice, when my grandmother’s previous maid was looking at photos of her daughter back at home a few days before she went back, and when Hazim was looking at photographs of his younger days just yesterday during IHDC break. Maybe there was this happiness coupled with a tinge of sadness, I don’t know. But it’s still beautiful.
To hold someone’s hand is to offer them affection, protection or comfort. Holding hands remains a sign of intimacy between friends and lovers, couples and family, keeping two people together as they navigate the world around them. It is as powerful a gesture today as it was two hundred years ago. Personally, I hope it never goes out of style.