Into Our World

It's not often that I have this jittery feeling bubbling & frothing in this strange brew of thoughts & real events unraveling before my existence in this very moment. The paintings adorning the wall in front are dark & brooding. The coffee is dark too, as if mirroring the art it pays for. The illumination though, is tastefully radiant, leaving faint, soft glow on the obscene display of opulent jackets. Amidst the serenity of sounds pervading the atmosphere, the constant sound of text notifications on my phone was making me conscious of the imaginary eyeballs trained towards my direction. I quickly switched the sound & vibration off.

The conversation from across the table was still interrupted by the constant blurb of green flashing at the top of the screen. The feeling inside intensified, almost to a point of immense yearning to flick across the screen and make it come alive. Or to atleast pull the notification panel down. The pair of eyes in front of me were full of unanswered questions and screeching silence. Afterall, it's not often that we come here. What can be of greater importance than the conversation in this very moment between the two of us. I insisted on this place and time, she took time out of her busy schedule and here I am, dazed and confused, lost in my own world of whipping imaginations of what's hidden beneath the darkness of my screen. It's a definite betrayal of our time together.

She just paid the bill, scribbled on the document patiently perched atop the table, pushed them in my direction, slowly and carefully pushed her chair back, shot a farcical smile and left.

I walked out soon afterwards onto the smooth, velvety grass in the park outside. I subtly seduced the force of gravity from head to toe as I finally rested my head on the lap of her source. Nothing is going to come between me and those unread, unanswered thread of texts on my screen now. The glint in my eyes, the width of my smile, upon reading the sweet nothings, the subtle teasings, the mundane, the restlessness of my absence, the fading memories, the distant unrealised dreams, the pale shadow of our art, the often repeated slices of our lives. This secret invisible world that we slipped into, where no one could enter and discover the concept of us. Even time couldn't escape the depths of our world, it couldn't do us apart, even though the space between us contrived with our circumstances.

Finally the wait was going to be over. We could experience the same rays of moon showering us. I am finally going to show up with the tiny sparkling stone and metal circle and do the stuff I have been really shy about. Grand gestures that we never desired and vivacious accompaniments that we cringed on. Right here, in this worn out vestige of a decaying park that was once a lush green beauty. Did I tell you the grass was velvety? Well my sense of perception and memory is in a fragile state.The remnants of that grass is still here, the world around us has shifted its sediments, shaped and eroded by the slow urgent flow of time. That piece of paper in my hand is a receipt of all the shenanigans that I signed up for. I could barely have any say, I was lost in that strange brew in my mental scape.

The skies overhead were filled with dark, grey clouds. The sombre sound of Ending Credits tickled my ears as I followed the direction of its source. A couple, barely into their twenties, weaving their moments of magic, probably a story they are never going to tell anyone else. At the same place that we inhabited. Forty two melancholic autumns have passed since then with each rustling autumn breeze keeping the embers of our flame alive.