A Sip Of Water Is Enough
She was with me the other day when there was a formal function in the community-hall. There were a lot of people, but she was the only one I saw in the crowd. Everyone else only added to a crowd in the hall. She was looking gorgeous in her resplendent bright red dress.

 

 

We were in the same hall. There was a steady hum typical to a crowd of people gathered in a hall; it was accompanied by a soft rustle. There was someone moving around  near her. With a typical feminine glance she looked around. I wish I knew what shape the curiosity of a beautiful woman takes. I am sure it too is something beautiful.

 

 

Anyway, I was asking her to move around a bit. I wanted to go over to the other side of the room where water was kept in a water-filter: I was thirsty. She was blocking my way, but in reality, she was showing me the right way. I didn’t go to the other corner of the hall where drinking-water was also kept, the water-filter kept there wasn’t working. I was moving in the right direction.

 

 

A look from her was enough to quench all my thirst forever and a day. I wished she would keep looking at me forever; I wanted to be the bottomless pit aab-e-zamzam is out to fill. I was prepared to drink from her eyes forever and a day. Although she doesn’t realise it, her presence before me was like a beacon guiding a ship over rough waters. I was aboard the ship, and it was heaving up and down in a storm.

 

 

She seemed to be quite excited and happy when she saw it was me who was pleading her to make way, although I can never be sure of the exact source of her excitement; for a while, I wondered if the music emanating from the speakers caused her face to light up. I can only be sure her excitement was raised when she looked at me with love in her eyes. I jumped up when I saw this. The storm blazing within me began to abate a bit.

 

 

She looked at me for a mere moment, but it was enough to propel me to heaven: here was someone who thought I was important. I didn’t exactly crave for attention, I got quite a bit of it from all those around me, but this time, it came from someone who thought me to be important. Her look pushed me over seven skies; this is where the Quran was brought down in its complete form: I swelled with importance. Apparently, the moment she looked at me meant a lot to her too because she blushed.

 

 

It indicated her excitement, she was happy when she saw me, I know. Excitement didn’t make her pant; there was only a momentary blush on her face signifying a  positive entity. I wish I could capture the moment in a permanent form, I wish I had a camera to click her picture, but like all good things my in life, the moment too faded off in a  while. All the same, it made me  feel so good.

 

 

I didn’t want to move on to the source of water at the other end of the hall; all my thirst had already been quenched. I didn’t need to drink water for a long time to come, I knew. I kept looking at her for a longer time, some more dregs of elation might drip from her. There was excitement dripping from her eyes long after the blush on her cheeks had faded into oblivion. I didn’t blink my eyes lest the miracle should disappear while my eyes were closed.

 

 

Thankfully, it didn’t. None of us blinked our eyes during those moments, but a thousand queries rushed through my mind. I wish I knew what she thought of me. Her blush indicated some positive thoughts brushed through her mind when she looked at me. I wish I could elongate the moment till infinity.

 

 

I wonder if it was love. I can’t be sure.  I was jumping to conclusions. I began to wonder if it was only her embarrassment that made her face turn colours. She had a beautiful face and the moment was a beautiful one. while her face changed from crimson to pink, I was begging her to move around. I felt like a pauper supplicating before a queen.

 

 

Practically, I didn’t hold any significance for her, we were strangers. I was no one,  although I wish I meant something for her more than another mere attendee of the party.  I wanted to be the king of her heart. I wanted to reign over her heart. I wanted to live in it like I owned it. I wish someone would introduce her to me. This way, I would have at least a name to miss her by.

 

 

There were speakers installed in all corners of the room to convey announcements to the gathered gentry. The hall was often used for such gatherings. There was a soft music being played through the speakers that day. Her heart was also playing a musical instrument; it was loud enough to be heard loud and clear by me. I only wonder if she too heard the music my heart was busy playing.

 

 

I heard all those notes of music she didn’t even play; they were loud enough to reverberate through my mind for quite  a long time. Their permutation and combination produces some beautiful notes of music, but right now, they were insisting on marching on despite the pause time  insisted on. I did wonder where they were going to take me.

 

 

I wish I could take her to a world where no one knows us, where no one recognises us, where there will be only the two of us. I want to be in  a world without any boundaries, a world we will live without an iota of sorrow ever touching us.

 

 

The music from the speakers reminded me this was not possible.