I thought it was a sad loathsome
day in the college. A drastically stretched breakup has numerous ill effects
which I was yet to bear. However, the collapse of an entity had already
started, I didn’t know it then but I know it now. The summer breeze flew with
mystic energy, as I doused myself with ample amounts of alcohol. Stuttering as
I may be, I still had the juice to go on. Flickering lights and meaningless
cacophony didn’t matter as the waiter with a tag of Big Boss kept bringing me drink
after another.
Suddenly, with a jolt I was up on
the dance floor. Walking through it with immense ease compared to my situation,
I could feel a plethora of Bollywood stars coursing through my soul. Yes, the
alcohol was showing its, sweet effects as an eight pack man danced to pain of
disco. I almost screamed in his ear to play “The Juice by Hero” but he declined
apologetically as he had never heard the song before.
India has a history of corruption
and my memory is inscribed with countless instances of bribery which brought
out a note of 500 bucks that night. As the DJ gripped the piece of paper with
eagerness, it became apparent that my song would be played in the next 5
minutes or so. Reaching the table, I had just picked up my glass when the
speakers suddenly burst into a smooth piece of melancholy; my song.
The bottoms up had filled every
nerve in my body with energy as I walked towards the floor. Soon the burdens
were lessened as I swiftly moved along with every beat. It may have looked like
a non-rhythmic piece of gaffe to many whereas others might have seen delirium
in my ecstatic expressions. But the town was the only university town of India,
a place which does not exist anywhere else in any universe; there was one
person who found me interesting. I did not even know when the beat turned to
haze as my exacerbating remorse reached saturation point. A sweet smell was engulfing
me then something soft touched me on the shoulders. The flabbergasting sight
that had transpired in reality seemed impossible to logic and pretension. In a taboo ridden country, I had not expected
to stumble across an intoxicated goddess. Her arms clasped around my neck as
she came close, dancing perfectly with every beat.
A moment arose; a particular
segment of time undefined by characteristic redundancy due to retrievable
inscription in memory. Closing my arms around her waist, I looked at her gold
studded ear. It looked mesmerizing and so I told her. It felt like a sharp
knife piercing my body as her fearless eyes looked through my soul, let alone
my mind; there was no escaping the truth. The bathroom door opened and a burly
looking man walked out. I only noticed him through the fear in her eyes as his
gaze wandered from place to place, searching for something. His eyes flared as they came to an abrupt
halt looking in our direction. Then I looked at her, she looked marvelous with
her mocking sight. Time seemed to stop as melody flowed by and I turned to look
at the midnight summer’s angel in my arms. Leaning close to her ear I nearly
screamed “those earrings look gorgeous!” Reeling into an epiphany with her
enchanting grin, I comprehended an important fact of life; a woman can make a man kill himself.
Our bodies swayed rhythmically with
vibrations which tingled the façade of our swathed senses. The music reverberated
with immense synergy. I had the all the audience I required as I sang wildly
with the chorus and pulled her back to the world of dreams. I was no longer petrified
of the dusk, of the realizations that precipitate when the substance wears off.
There was only me and her, our juice flowing off the brims as we read each
other’s mind through mouths that had comfortably melted together.
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