To an incomplete stranger

I knew who he was or that he had a family. But that was all I knew. I was unaware of his happiness, his struggles, his likes, dislikes. I may have met him and talked once or twice. For a good two or three days, I may have remembered him but, it went away. When it got around, that death visited this plane. My mind wandered around him. I remembered some of those long-forgotten memories. His words and his actions drew upon the canvas of my mind. I faintly remembered his effort that helped me in the situation I was stuck in. But still, after all this, a part was very hazy, all the colours mixed up-it was his face. I tried to fix it by applying time, and though none gave me the feeling of completion that I wanted. I felt conflicted between some emotions like curiosity, guilt, and sadness. I felt guilty because somewhere, something complained inside me. I felt that his face remembered, a small smile passed, kind words told. I might never know that this all would have helped him or not. But it certainly would have helped me at this arrangement of the clock's arms. This time I have spent on was not in vain. This lesson was acknowledged by me. It teaches me to remember the people I have met, their names and their words. Everyone deserves not to be lost and forgotten in this world of souls, at least not at once.