The Headmistress
Opens The Gate
It had stopped raining when the sun had set in the horizon,
but the night was a bit cloudy. I moved on to the next phase of my life with a
hope that at least some of my problems would be solved now. It was like
plunging into a fiery river. The very thought of the tingling freshness of the
experience did make me shiver for a while.
None of use spoke a word to each other although there was a
lot to share. The mystery of the future was about to be solved, and the present
moment did make some shrill noises that made it quite memorable. This was a
moment that was not to repeat itself in my life, and it was to lend a smile on
my face when glanced at retrospectively.
She did her best to fathom the depth of the experiences that
were to unfurl in a few moments, even as her mind remained occupied in
considering the worth of its recent acquisition---me. I could clearly make out
the red colour that rushed into her face as she looked at me. I was trembling
with excitement at the foresight of what was to come in a while. I felt like a
schoolboy late for school confronted by the headmistress at the gate. I was
certainly late for the school; I was very late.
I was in her subconscious and conscious mind simultaneously
at that moment, I was sure. It was certainly easy to get into her heart now
that I was in her mind; I was half-way to her heart now.
She certainly deserved a better companion than me, I
couldn’t help thinking. There was apparently a gorge separating us, but she
didn’t seem to mind the differences. She seemed to be working out ways to close
the gap. My discomfort at the consciousness of my inferior nature was clearly
written on my face, a large part of it was because my mind had been impregnated
with sentiments of my inferiority to an uncomfortable degree: they clucked and
gurgled around all the nooks and corners of my being; they made a deafening
roar when she looked at me.
I could feel her moving around restlessly in my subconscious
mind even as she occupied the centre-stage before me. A storm was raging in my
mind; it was a powerful storm that had already uprooted quite a few trees.
There were a lot of trees that were waiting for their turn to be uprooted. Some
fresh saplings were soon to find themselves in their stead. Some shadows may
linger on for a long time, but the sun had certainly gone down.
I heart a soft click as the gate I’d just entered through
closed behind me. The headmistress had let me pass through the gate with a
smile on her face, and the door was closed now. It was never to be opened
again. I had crossed the bridge, forsaken the road that led to it, and was now
on the path that led to new adventures.
