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…she
dragged him by his hands. He stopped and
turned to see her eyes that were waiting for him to look at her. “Where are you running?” she asked with
little anger in her voice and with little expectation in her eyes. “I… I am just going…” his words stumbled. “Do
I know you? Or do you know me? Have we ever spoken?” she asked. “No” he replied. “Did I do something to hurt
you are frighten you?” she questioned.
“Not absolutely…” he replied with his still stumbling words. “Then why
the… why do you walk away wherever you see me or whenever I come across you? Do
I look like a demon to you?” I was a little harangue. He stood still. He could
answer not though he wants to answer. He
stood as if he never exists, as if he has not been questioned. She left her hand
knowing he will not answer. She let him free,
knowing it is no use in holding him back and waiting for an answer.
He
came back to reality, jumped down from the moon, woke up from the dream induced
anesthesia. He looked at her in the
between her eyebrows. A tiny vermilion stuck like a raising sun between the
mountains. “…because” he said “I do not
want to know you”. That was pretty confusing reply which made her think for a
while and make her next statement “could you please explain”. “There is no explanation… I don't want to
know anything about you… because…” his words stumbled again. “Because…?” she
asked. “You are not ‘what-you-are’ for me… a princess… a humble woman… an
exceptional warrior… and incarnation of Ishtar” he replied in a husky tone.
“Not
a word of you I understand…” she said.
“Nobody could…” he said and continued “it has to be felt in heart. You
have to listen to the beats of the heart and translate and then decipher to
know its meaning. Otherwise it is just like any other sound you hear” he said.
“Tell me more… tell me what I should do…” she replied. “I have no intension in explaining it to
anybody, including you… but since you have asked I think I have to… I feel like
my Ishtar has come down to ask for an explanation”. “I don't understand your Ishtar-thing… tell
me if you are interested to… else… it’s up to you” she said. “I am willing to… only if you come with me…”
He said. Thinking for a minute she said
okay without asking where and when.
“Come…” he said and walked out and she followed him without questions.
“…listen
to me without questions. I could tell
you only in the way I know… I am not sure if you could understand it, rightly,
or not.” He said without turning to her.
She nodded. “…few things could not get into our hearts with eyes opened.
So…”
“Okay,
I will close my eyes…” she said.
“…I
request if you could tie this handkerchief on to your eyes…” he gave her his
white cotton handkerchief. She closed her eyes and opened her arms signalling
‘go ahead’. He wrapped her eyes with
that piece of cotton and said “never have I thought I would blind a goddesses
for a moment” she blushed but hid it behind her lips and said “what do you
mean…” in her fake angry voice. “Nothing, come lets go…” he replied.
The
elevator travelled up and after half of a minute it stopped. He guided her
out. “Now we have to walk a little up in
the stairs… do you mind if I hold your hands” he asked for her hands and she
gave. When the stairs ended and the
floor below them became flat to walk a breeze engulfed her. She stood mesmerized. Both of them walked a
few more steps hand in hand.
Hand-in-hand, the mesmerizing breeze made them forgot that he was
holding her hand. “Sit down here… and be comfortable and relaxed before I could
blabber” he said. Both of them sat down
on the floor and the breeze continue to flow.
“I’m
all ears…” she said.
“…it is tough to start with. I am good at putting things in paper rather
in voice. I will try my best.
“When I saw you after years, you were in your maroon wardrobe
that of a princess. The dress peculiarly made for you, exposing little of your
waist, embedded with flickering stones all over the dress. You had neatly and
naturally carved eye brows with a vermillion in between the brows just like
what I see now. Matching your maroon
wardrobe, a tiny nose pin stood at your left side of the nose with a tiny ruby
stone in it. Just like a star below the crescent moon you had twinkling
dropping ear rings in diamond. Dropping
from your forehead was a jewel with an emerald embedded in it, over your bosom
slept a priceless necklace in diamond stuck in gold. Above all the God has
decorated you with an enchanting smile of yours. It was about to become dark and lamps started
to burn themselves. It was not night
yet, end of the horizon still had little light which could compete not with
you. We stood in a temple. Like an epitome of humbleness you stood looking down
at the earth and my eyes stuck to you.
You walked a little making music with you golden anklet. I wondered why
your hip chain is not making any sound; I then realized that you swayed it with
your hip to make it sleep. I came near you; I felt fragrance of jasmine spreading
romance in air and perfuming your well combed hair.
“It became dark and
the lamps glowing around the temple in dark made you glow like a diamond over
the black cloth. You are of the same thin and height to my shoulders. I asked
you to look at me but you shook your head. I kneeled with my one leg before you
to give you a ring that I brought for you. When I showed it to you, you gave
your hand to me and I put it in you ring finger. You looked in to my eyes and
looked away blushing. Your anklet sang
the same song. You stepped back two
steps and said ‘please get up’. I got up
and called you to come with me. You followed me and once we came out of the
temple I told you to close your eyes and you did. After a little I stopped you and you asked me
‘why’. I said that the path is not for rose palms and I scooped you in my arms.
You succumbed in my arms with your eyes closed. I walked to the place where I
wanted to take you. I released you from my arms and asked you to open your eyes. It was a garden made especially for you on
the shore of the divine river. A chilled breeze engulfed us and you leaned back
on me. There is no other lamp in garden other than you; from behind I lifted
your face by your chin to look at the garden above us. It was a full moon day and the sky was clear
filled with millions of stars; just like the flowers in garden and a shining
moon like you. ‘I didn’t see you, I
didn’t see anything matching you in the sky’ you said and I replied ‘it might
be behind the moon, holding the beauty in its arms’ I said holding her by arms.
“We sat there with
your shoulders on my chest and my hands on your hips counting the beads of your
hip chain. You scratched my chest with thousand lines of poetry with your nails
and finished it with a kiss.”
He stopped. Silence prevailed for
a minute. She didn’t talk anything. “Untie the kerchief” he said. Slowly she
removed the cotton cloth from her eyes but didn’t open her eyes. “Open your eyes” he said. She opened her eyes and it was night, they
both were in the terrace of the building fifteen floors above. At a good
distance they could see the sea shore and a full moon rising from the horizon.
“There you are, in a minute or two the moon will enter the garden and stand
among the blossomed stars.” She didn’t
talk. She sat still looking at moon and the stars.
“I am a writer” he continued “I could not pick a girl for my story from
heaven so I picked you from the earth. I
put myself in the place of my hero only then I could write the love of him to
his beloved. I picked you as my heroin”
he said. “But what is the point of avoiding me…” she asked. “I don't know you,
I don't know whether you are soft or hard, humble or egoistic, brave or a
coward, but you are soft like a blooming rose and brave like scorching Sun in
my story, your eyes talk the language of love.
I don't want to break that image of you with the original image that you
carry.” She didn’t reply.
“All that I told you were a part of my story I was writing… and…” he
stopped. She looked at him as if telling
him to continue “I never thought something similar to that will happen today
though I have not scooped you physically in my arms. You are soft and I know
you are brave” He said and looked at the sky. “The moon entered the garden” she
said and continued “but there is somebody else standing behind the moon, I am
afraid there is no place for you.” she said as he could see the moon light
entering the tiny diamond at the edge of her eyes.
“I know…” he continued “but the moon
is always a moon. I could hold a large mirror in front of me to see its
reflection and stand behind it.” The moon entered deep inside the garden of
stars and for a minute a row of clouds hid the moon. “Before the moon reappears
from the cloud leave from this place and go home safely” he said. “Come let’s
go” she said. “No, I cannot come now, I
want to talk with this moon today, and it was an enchanting night today with a
real and image of the moon” she nodded and started walking. “I will talk with
the image of the moon and will come down after sometime” he said. She stopped for a second and left the place.
