Isn’t it odd that in your life you experience thousands of memories, they pass by and you remember nothing of them, not a single detail about them and yet there are those events that happen on the spur of moment yet you remember them as vividly as they just took place in front of your eyes? They say Ignorance is bliss. For such moments frozen in time; the mind renders every detail intensely and descriptively as it paints the passing aura of emotions & words spoken onto the blank canvas that sits on an easel in the corner of your mind. Until you realize, deep inside, that such a portrait of pain and landscape of pleasure exist somewhere in your head; you come to know not only of their existence but of their exhilarating exhibition and daunting applause they receive every time you see them & recall them. These expressions eventually haunt your mind as the diptych of pain & pleasure hangs side by side somewhere on a bright wall inside your head, waiting for you to appreciate them.
It happened to be one of those regular days for him; as for him regular was lingering all day doing his crazy experiments, fiddling around stuff others thought as boring and dull, he thought of it as engaging and intriguing until he received a text message from her. Informing him of her presence nearby as she approaches this man, he who in his own world was somewhat a self-proclaimed genius in works, denying contact with so-called peers and more dangerously named ‘friends’ replied with a positive note of attention to this woman that he admired more than many while describing in few words where he was and what he was up to; thinking she will spend her afternoon, wearing a green chiffon dress and those huge goggles on her head, waiting for him in the noisy cheap cafe nearby filled with unthoughtful people; blabbering, arguing and deciding their utmost important matters of life, death and life after death over lunch table in a restaurant that had three menu items per day and the most tasteless tea in history. Her plan was not to wait for him to finish his work, although she did stop at the cafe.
He thought of the place as distasteful as the tea it served but he loved his borrowed silence in the lab where he worked. After his reply to that text, he continued to work in his direction without realizing that she came not to wait for his majesty’s arrival but her plan was to reach him without waiting no matter how busy he was or tried to show through his brief yet, decent texts.
She wasn’t here for long but out of his stubbornness and dedication to his craft, she waited for a few long minutes in that cafe and then she took out her phone again and wrote a commandment that she is coming over to his fortress of solitude. He didn’t argue as he was too busy to write his next explainable excuse of being not with her and she was too close already.
The door knocked, he took off his Sennheiser headphones and walked across the room, opened a huge gate and went towards the main door which opened into the small tight soundless passage that was leading to his lab. He looked through the two-way mirror and saw her standing with designer sunglasses over her head. He gulped whatever unspoken words he had in his mouth and opened the wooden door and there she was standing with questions in her eyes and gloss over her sleek lips.
She had a porcelain skin, clear as sunlight. Her wide forehead, motif eyes, and light brown hair were a lovely blend. Her hands and feet were immensely delicate looking as if a sculptor carved them out of white marble throughout his whole life. She wore a lovely perfume that day, a nice citrus blend perhaps.
He invited her to enter and she did instantly while asking her first question of the day. ‘What are you up to?’ To which he began to reply as she marched into his space to see if he’s been doing what he is telling or if there is another angle or guest to this story. His intentions were always cleaner than his image among his friends but she still managed to have a good look around till she was satisfied at least for the fact that how ignorant he has become over time; he is not a liar; not at least to her; as of now. His descriptive answer of what he was up to was least important to her at the moment as she had her own plan for him or perhaps with him.
She posed unsatisfied as she heard his little harmless excuses for not spending much time with her and not giving her enough importance lately. As he finished speaking; he had this expression of confusion and remorse for his undoing until those expressions shifted to surprise as she came near him and almost cornered him in this dark silent place. He never expected to be cornered by this woman. He felt odd but that was her plan for him. Odd. She came closer to him, his heartbeat doubled until her eyes met his and her lips were an inch away from his mouth. She uttered words that he didn’t hear; he couldn’t drive his mind from the charm of this woman to the benign words she spoke. Her breath mingled with his. Inhaling her thoughts, exhaling his own. Trapped behind the door that anyone could open any moment. Their bodies begin to respond to this intimacy. Mouths dried, thoughts flowing, streams of emotions rushing into every vein, into every part of their bodies.
The fleeting moment became intense as it passed until he uttered ‘What are we doing?’. She looked closely with dilated pupils and replied as politely as she could to this unrelenting question. ‘Don’t you know?’ She said. He wasn’t thinking clearly as he asked this question, all this happened so insistently for him that his mind couldn’t process this sweetest of the moment they both shared in a long until he ruined it entirely by being bluntly dumb, unemotional and somewhat of a jerk. The cocktail of chemicals his brain released into his blood while she came close to this sociopath made him insane enough to ask a gorgeous woman her reason for being close and for loving him for being who or what he was.
With his question, the bond broke and their souls separated. His mistake was he asked, hers was she didn’t tell. Both looked in the eyes and felt how meaningful this moment could have been, she never explained her thoughts to him, what went through her mind; nobody knows. And He always tried to cover up with his version with blatant excuses. She turned around while he moved from the corner and she left the room in silence while he stood there listening to the reverberations of her breath trying hard to remember what she whispered in that intense moment till he caught her echo in silence and he recalled that she uttered ‘Watch Me!’.