Someone Special Walks Out Of A Room

Someone Special Walks Out Of A Room
She was standing at the door of the room, but she was standing on her perch so quietly that I didn’t get a hint of her presence till she announced her decision to leave the room. I was standing at the other door, and I couldn’t hear her articulate the words. I didn’t get the hint when she left the company in the room. It was such an unceremonious exit that I didn’t get the time to prepare for it. It was more of a shock for me. Most events life has put before me have been unannounced and many have surprised me with their spontaneity.

Her exit from the room had a similar effect on me. I was taken aback by the unceremonious manner in which she left the room. She didn’t make any promises of being with me till the everyone else occupied the room, or even till the time the weather outside the room cleared. We were together in the room because we were destined to be together, and we had parted ways because we were destined to. I consoled myself with these thoughts.

We exchanged quite a bit of ourselves while we were together although we remained at other ends of the room. I discovered another being who looked at the world the way I did. The discovery was a surprise for me for I was under the impression I shall never find someone who saw the same image of the world through a different pair of glasses as the ones I used. Apparently, lenses on our glasses had the same power and similar aberrations.

A congruence at this end was favourable if we were to know each other beyond the strangers we were.  I did look closely at her; I may not be able to look at her ever again, I wanted to have my fill. The look propelled several emotions within me, several of which were on the verge of boiling out while I looked at her. I wasn’t sure if I should love her because I didn’t know anything about her. she was quite good looking. All the same, she became conscious of my stare in a while, and stared back at me as if asking me why I was looking at her. I looked away for a while taken aback by her response, but it seemed to be an eternity before I felt sure it was safe to look at her again.

I wish I could tell her she looked gorgeous in the paraphernalia of an invited guest to the wedding. Her red dress wanted to utter a lot of truths about the poor souls it had murdered while it was on her self that night. I'm sure it was a new dress; ladies take care to preserve a novelty for such occasions when they want to look better than the bride. I'm sure she would have outdone the bride if a competition was announced at that moment, but she chose to leave the room.

There wasn’t any sign on her to declare her marital status; for a while I did wonder whether I was barking up the wrong tree. I begin to comprehend the importance of showing off of one’s marital status that is an inherent part of some cultures, but not a part of my culture. There was no way of affirming her cultural moorings  either. All of it seemed to be irrelevant because she left the room the next moment, and took a lot of questions with her.

I felt my world coming to an end following her departure from the room. Everything came crashing down. She was the one who held the foundations of all  buildings in my dreams firmly in place, and when she walked out of the reality before me, she created a ruckus that shook the world before me like an earthquake makes a mountain quiver.

I became jealous of the world she had walked into to make it all the more spectacular and vivacious. I'm sure the world she had walked into was transformed into a paradise by virtue of her presence. All of a sudden, I lost all interest in the room I was in, its walls closed in on its occupants, and I wanted to be a part of the world she had walked into, if only to enjoy all the merits of her presence. I have an idea of the miraculous change she had effected on the room I was standing in. I feel a bit bad when I  think of it that I shall probably never see her again.

I began to wonder if I deserved to be in the world she had walked into, or even if I deserved to be in the room she was in. I'm aware of some amount of veracity in the dictum that you get what you deserve. I’m not sure if I deserve to be in the same world as she walks in. She has been kept away from me probably because I didn’t deserve her.

I sometimes feel I deserve to be with someone better than her. I only have to wait for the person who is better than her. I do wonder who it is going to be and how is the best going to be replaced by something better than it. nothing is better than the best, I know. This is the problem when you come across something you deem to be best. You are not likely to find anything better than it, although it may be around you all the time.

I’ll have to wait for the one who is better than her. It is going to be a long wait, but patience is always handsomely rewarded, it is said.