The Moment

What a lucent morning that was! The moment, I entered the conference room; my nose struck to a celestial fragrance, alien to this planet and might have never been breathed by anyone. It was doubtlessly, a breathtaking, the purest aroma, which might have been sent to the earth to make its inhabitants believe that Heaven exists with all of its mesmerizing and captivating scent. The Heavenly perfume seized my senses and my senses enjoined my eyes to rise. The eyes rose for a second, fell on her bright moon like luscious face and got lowered at once, because if the eyes failed to lower their piercing gaze, could be guessed by every Tom, Dick and Harry. I don’t know why but it came to me at once, if my gaze is guessed by someone, it would be below her chaste dignity. The rise of the eyes for a second was enough to believe that her bright appearance is not lesser than the presence of the Hoori of the Jannah. This seconds’ gaze was enough to believe; she was the one that could easily be termed as the end of life.”

I seated my wondrous self, gave myself an evanescent moment to adjust the ongoing emotional outburst. While sitting on the chair, I could swear, I was not the same person who entered the conference room a moment earlier. I had never thought that emotions could be toppled down in a moment. I recollected the words of my friends, “don’t be so proud and try to behave well with the girls who think that you are the handsomest guy” and my indifferent reply, “it’s their problem; they must search for some other guy. I am not the right man for them, I don’t believe in this piyar wiyar, love shove and ishq vishq.” Then with a pause I used to add, “Yes! I would be in love if I ever happen to meet the one who resides in my thoughts, dreams and imagination. But, keep patience! It won’t happen ever; because she doesn’t exist rather she can’t exist. She is an ideal woman and ideals don’t exist in this world. She is only the guest of my closed eyes either when I close them to think of her or I sleep to dream her. Yes! One thing is confirmed, if ever she appears somehow out of somewhere, it would be the game of seconds to fall in love with her. In either way, my pride will never be changed. Now you think I am proud that I am something, and then you will say that I am proud that I love the one who is the rarest and the centuries awaited beauty on the earth.” The next speaker came to the mike and his introducing sentences brought me back to the room. After a moment of readjusting, I dared for another time to look at that entrancing face. What I sensed now was again an experience of its own kind. Her eyes, had the earmarks of being the source of all beauty, the confidence on her face, was hitting the idea of her mind as the source of all intelligence. With an all eager heart, I geared the maximum pace of my imagination to peep deep down into her and amazingly, the sacred soul of hers seemed me the source of all passion and her heart was a whole world of purity, simplicity, chastity and love. Sophistically, covering her head with a white dopatta and beautifully wearing the pure white dress, all of her bewitching physical beauty and an aura of breathtaking grace of hers, portrayed her as the superior most goddess of all the Greek and Roman mythologies.

My heart went out of all bounds. I wished her to hear the silent words on my lips that somehow, right now, at once, in a moment, without any conscious effort, my desire for her had heightened insatiably, my love for her had become insane, my boundaries for her had gone limitless, my imagination for her had flown wild, my passion for her had turned intense and in no time my soul stood humbly just as an offering for her. I wanted her to listen my silent cries that O my magnificent muse! “I’ve been dreaming about you for my whole life. I can claim that you are undoubtedly, the most beautiful and tender woman in the whole world.

It was all there to say, but, how? The answer to this how wasn’t there. Before I could strive to search an answer to this much desirous ‘how’ the mediator’s voice hit my ears like a stormy cloud. He was calling my name as the next speaker. I composed myself, rose up with a confidence and moved towards the mike because right now only the presentation of my research paper was all that could impress her. Standing before the mike, for a moment, it came to me that I might not be able to speak today. But, thanks to my ever-self-confidence that hold my hand, gave me the gift of calm words and I went on speaking like a flowing river. I spoke well, ended my term confidently and with a secret eye on her, I left the room though leaving the room at that moment was like turning away from myself but I consoled my anxiously beating heart that this moment won’t end here. It won’t be that moment of time that comes and passes swiftly rather it would be the moment of time in which centuries would die.