Her Essence Faded Away

Her Essence Faded Away
Her presence was stronger than the essence of a perfume that leaves you when you take a shower or even when you change your clothes. It pervaded the scene in the outlet, and luckily, I was a part of the wonder created by her presence in the outlet. It evoked a stronger feeling within me than any other emotion had ever evoked within me. I was out for a bite of McDonald’s and she was cooling out with her friends. Her visage formed a part of the most beautiful picture I have ever beheld in my life, while her essence was stronger than all the phials of esters a chemist can find. I wanted to take the essence of her presence with me when I walked out of the outlet, but it wasn’t possible to separate her from her fragrance.

The scent was so sweet smelling that I found it difficult to continue to live for another moment without getting a whiff of it the next second. I inhaled her presence into myself with every breath of air I took into myself; the essence spread all over my body the next second and I was overwhelmed by its gravity. It pulled all my organs to her, while at the same time but there was a typical catharsis effected by the clash that resulted the next moment from the attraction.

I felt blood rushing through my body faster than ever before. Apparently, my heart was beating harder than ever. The source of excitement was before me, but I could feel her presence deep within my soul. There was a feeling of being transported to another planet where the gravitational pull of earth was reduced to more than half. The feeling of weightlessness made me feel like being on the moon, and the very feeling pushed me to the moon.

This wasn’t the first time I has had such an experience, but each time a goddess has visited me in a typical incarnation, the excitement I have felt has been like it is the very first encounter. The freshness of the experience has never been doused by virtue of the phenomenon of repetition. Rather, repetition has made every experience brighter and fresher than ever before. There seemed to be a typical freshness in the experience today, but the same can be said to be true of all earlier experiences. There shall be many more such experiences, I’m sure, and a mountain on the moon is to be discovered every time I go through such an experience.

It was quite like what is felt when one opens one’s eyes on a morning assuming it to be the beginning of a new day in life that is to bring a whole lot of new challenges. There is nothing new in the morning, and yet it seems is a new day every time I open my eyes in the morning.

There are always a lot of new challenges to be faced every day, but at the end of the day, the same old day cycle of day and night is repeated again and again. All said and done, there was a typical freshness in the fragrance that made it all the more exciting every time I have inhaled it; I wanted to inhale it over and over again if only to try out something new with every breath.

There is very little of novelty to be discovered in every puff of breath I inhale every day, and yet there was something waiting to be discovered in every atom of air I breathed in that day. There was a treasure waiting to be discovered that day while we were in the mall. I discovered love in its purest form when I inhaled her presence in the mall that day. It was the wildest of attractions I’ve ever had, I will confess. I can never give an explanation about it. I felt myself being pulled to her like a magnet; to me, she was what a few drops of water are to famished Arab. I was virtually pulled towards her with a stronger force, but she prepared to leave the outlet in the mall quite abruptly.

She couldn’t call it a day this way. There is still a lot to be discovered, I wanted to scream at her. The part of the experience I had been through a while back was certainly not been enough to push my existence through the night that was to follow.  There was to be a moon, but it wasn’t going to be bright and luminous enough to show me the way through the maze of life my dreams were sure to push me through that night. There had to be something stronger than street-lights on a highway and sharper than car-headlights.

She was the kind of person who could have shown the way before me with all her luminosity and brightness for a long time, but she left the outlet without giving any valid reason even to her friends. I wanted to ask them to share her deails, but conserving the impropriety of strangers interacting on informal terms, I had to give up any aspirations at this end.

To me, her abrupt departure seemed to be worse than a betrayal of my trust; there was an un-inked agreement between the two of us where she was to be with me till dusk, but the agreement had probably been written in an invisible ink that had vanished the very moment it was recorded. I wish I could ask her why she had been a part of the picture of life before me for a short while if she had to walk out of the picture in such an unceremonious manner. There are a hundred-and-one queries in my mind, but there are no answers.

Her scent remained in the outlet for a long time before it faded off with time, like everything else does.