"Is anyone out there ?
No , no one .
Why ?
Stupid question, why would anyone be there ?
I don't know , I mean there has to be someone, right ?
And who told you that ?
No one.
Then why are asking questions?
I don't know , may be I am expecting someone to be there
You were expecting ? Interesting!
Why shouldn't I expect ?
Of course , the world is a free space , anyone can expect anything but then again expectations are unrealistic, they are just illusions created by that little mind of yours and when things don't go your way you blame the world , you blame your stars , you blame the person but but but , are they the ones to be blamed ?
Silence .
Think , think some more , may be you are not needed at all, may be your existence is nothing just a nothing and one day you will fade away without any trace, not a single cell of yours would exist ; erased from the physical, erased from the memories- just a nothing .
Look at the mirror. Look at yourself , what do you see ? A human vessel ? A soul ? A demon ? A reincarnation? What ?
Look closely, very closely, who is it ? Is it you ? If you then who are you ? If not then what are you ?
Debatable.
Very much . What you perceive and what you see - is a totally different thing .
You know you repeat the same thing again and again .
Do I ?
Yes.
Funny because that's what human beings are doing again and again , and I am just repeating myself .
But you should come out of that loop sometime.
And do what ?
Do what you like !
I am doing what I like .
What is it ?
Observing humans from the side walk and watch them repeating themselves like I repeat my words which one my find as me ranting , it's more fun to observe and you can differentiate easily what they want , what they are up to , one way or the other each human is connected, they are connected with a thread of primitivism , an instinct , their passion , their emotions meaningless at times but they show it , because that's his/her part to perform , the threads have been pulled and now you dance . Pathetic . Sometimes practice self denial, a control over self , a restriction , a boundary within which you must act yet you are free . Dimension within dimension , a multiple existence, a self within a self ."
Akira Roy .
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Akira took a deep breath and opened the door .
A guy with a pretty face and a pretty smile holding a rose bouquet appeared before her .
"Kombanwa, Himesama" (Good evening , Princess)
"Kombanwa"
"Please come in"
Kuroo followed Akira's lead and stepped inside the house .
"Thank you for having me"
"Eaaa , I am honoured to have you here"
Kuroo smiled a little
"Flowers for the lady"
"Thannnnk you"
Akira guided Kuroo to the living room .
"Please have a seat , you are comfortable sitting over the rug ? Do you need extra cushion or something?"
"Ah , I need nothing but a little of your company and I am good to go"
"Is it ?"
"It is".
Akira noticed Kuroo smiled through his eyes . A genuine courtesy .
"Would like to have coffee or something?"
"Coffee would be fine"
Akira went to the kitchen and quickly made some coffee. After ten minutes or so she came out with two coffee mugs and cookies and placed the tray on the tea table .
"Ah , a perfect warm witness to our first meeting"
"Yes"
Akira smiled . She felt comfortable sharing her space with Kuroo. He isn't intruding enough unlike most other people . He knows his boundaries .
Quite a time went by chatting and giggling . Kuroo describing his stories and creating an environment of comfort made Akira guilty for overthinking before he let Kuroo in.
Akira served dinner for Kuroo.
"Honestly I didn't think I would be having a full course meal"
Akira smiled in reply .
"No seriously, it's delicious"
"I'm glad that you liked it !"
"Yeah especially the chicken , it's cooked exactly the way I love it....tender pieces yet full of flavour" , Kuroo stressed on the last sentence .
Akira flinched a little but shrugged immediately.
"Thank you for complementing my cooking skills but I'm just happy that you are enjoying your meal and not forcing yourself to eat"
"Oh no no I don't force anything, nothing can come out when you force stuff because when you force you loose the essence of it , just like the chicken , judging by the texture of it , it is slow cooked right ?"
"Yes it is"
"You see that's where the secret lies , slowly and naturally things will happen , even if you are not aware of it , it will happen"
Kuroo's voice deepened again , Akira felt a little chill down her spine . She gave a confused smile to Kuroo .
"Anyways , whatever the cooking process may be , it's delicious", Kuroo warmed up the atmosphere again .
It was almost 11 in the clock , time passed quickly without Akira even realising it . It was time for Kuroo to leave .
"I hope you weren't bored in my company"
"Bored ? I enjoy your company"
"You are clearly flattering me"
"Well , that's what I'm good at"
Akira laughed .
"My my what a precious laugh my dear"
"See , you did it again !"
"No I'm serious , you do have a precious smile"
"Yeah right"
"I wonder what if someone erased that ? "
Akira stared at him without any reply . She doesn't know what to say. Meanwhile Kuroo stared at her , his eyes changed into a cold stare , a stare that can clearly see your soul , a stare from which there is no escape .
Kuroo smirked a little and took Akira's hand , " My my such beauty....I wish I had these hands back at my place"
Akira uttered involuntarily, " Why ? Why would you want that ?"
"I meant hands like these not your hands , because that would be....", Kuroo paused and came a little closer to Akira and whispered, "Stupid" .
Akira was dumbfounded. She looked at Kuroo for answers. But Kuroo just smiled , a genuine smile which made her more confused than before .
Kuroo looked at Akira , smiled a little and gently planted a kiss on her hand .
"I'll take my leave now" .
With this Kuroo vanished behind the door .
