La Esmeralda of Paris

Part 1 - The Queen

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A beautiful evening in Paris, I was in town for a meeting and went out to explore the heritage of Paris a bit. The paths of nostalgic beauty welcomed me pleasantly. Its enchanted tradition and cosmopolitan culture fascinated me much. In that fascination, I flew freely like a breeze along the colorful paths that singing the song of the renaissance. I heard the motivating voices of happiness from the cafes of gathering and the mind refreshing coolness of the charming street music.

While roaming in that happiness, I said to myself. 'The mind will be waking up by the visions touching the heart and the new thoughts and ideologies are forming which making the revolution that civilizing life. What are the new thoughts that I get from these visions to make a revolution in my life..? Life is peaceful when happiness comes. It gets boring when happiness goes. Now I have peace by these motivating visions that energizing life.'

I moved along the paths of cultural diversity enjoying the romantic beauty of the city. Like a canvas of an artist, I could see the beauty of shining life, the true faces of sadness, the fascination of the lust, and the brightness of the dreaming eyes. All of these pictures were the different emotions of the lives that seek happiness and peace.

I passed the streets of rejoicing lives and the historical monuments that proclaiming the legacy of Paris. The beauty of the city filled in my eyes as a great poem with charming stories and epics. I crossed a bridge hearing the murmuring songs of the lovely Seine River. The city of love that lit up the evening looked beautiful. A breeze came with coolness to cheer up the people enjoying the evening. I continued walking along the busy riverbank where the people were happily spending time in their dreams.

Suddenly few raindrops came down. I glanced up. The scattered dark rain clouds seen in the sky seemed to be ready to shower rain. I kept walking along with the noisy Parisian fun. The walkways and lawns on the river bank were crowded with different communities of different lives, the silently sitting people in the loneliness, the colony of the artists performing the creative task, the lovers expressing passions, the relaxing senior citizens. Though everywhere life was beautiful, I could see some of the gloomy eyes showing sadness, an unemotional state of a darkened life. It seemed to me that the emotions seen in those eyes are the mourning of the life that couldn't achieve its goals.

My mind whispered 'Yeah, they are the unhappy souls. But, here they are getting consoled by the song of beautiful Seine.'

Suddenly, I stopped that walking in front of a street book vendor's cabin found on the way. The vendor was a pretty woman, a teenager. Though I am not a reader, very seldom I read some sort of books, mainly science fiction and crime thrillers. But the reason that induced me to stop there was not the passion to buy a book. Conversely, it was the fascinating beauty of that pretty chick. She shined like a freshly bloomed flower in my view.

I greedily approached her intending to smell her fragrance.

My eyes thoroughly scrawled over her body from top to bottom. Its enchanting beauty captivated me quickly. I wished to nibble the nectar of that flower. The sweetness of her brightening cheeks like a soft rose petal and the laughing of her jiggling fleshy boobs made a wild romantic mood on me.

"Hello sir, how do you do? Do you need books?" She turned her face and smiled. Though she was a beauty, her voice like a rough male was not sweet.

She was eating a strawberry. One she offered to me. "Just taste it, it is fresh from my garden."

"Oh, really? Thanks." I tasted the strawberry. "Nice, sweetish."

"More than me...?" She showed some funny gestures flailing eyes.