The Never Happened

CHAPTER 2: When The Stars Go Blue

It had been just two days since my meeting with Dr. Rachel. I don't know why but I guess I was fine with the explanation that I was in so called trauma and was imagining things that I wished would have happened.... Okay maybe not. But still, this was not pretty 'usual' you know. I mean now that I knew about it I was seriously concentrating on every person passing by me. And well sitting in the middle of the market was really not helping. You know sitting at McDonalds and literally falling down your chair, laughing, because of having a vision of a three year old boy puking on a cheerleader and her shouting "ohheemmgee!" and having the whole crowd watch you munching their fries as if it is movie, is not a great experience I assure you. People start running away from you thinking you are a lunatic. I am still just wondering why was that little boy remembering this? Eww gross I think I should just let this thing out of my head!

I was just walking through the main market when my sight fell on an opening as good as a door. It led to a small balcony kind of an area, without a railing. The opening was made of red sand stone, with a cut, style, shape and design of the of the Mughal era. It just refreshed some memories, some long lost memories.....

I walked straight up to it and sat at the edge with my feet dangling. It was the most beautiful sight ever. The sun was setting, leaving the sky in a shade of mesmerising reddish orange.

Then I heard a sudden bang which broke my trance. I turned around and realised that the bang was actually someone's ringtone. With that ringtone, I am shocked, someone didn't die of a heart attack in the market.

It was getting late and I was just going to leave when a girl caught my eye. She seemed familiar yet very distant. The elegant peach coat on her thin leggings made her stand out of the crowd which was overly dressed up. Her rectangular glasses with a black rim made me believe in 'simplicity is elegance'. I was dazed, I don't know why and then I had a vision. It was an old man taking his last breaths and still having the time of his life with the lady sitting in front of him. I then realised that the girl I was staring at was actually Dr. Rachel Cooper. I had the same vision during my last session with her. I just shouted out uncontrollably, "Dr. Rachel! Here!"

She looked here and there, confused. But in a second or two her gaze fell upon me. She again gave me her heart-warming smile and waved at me. I returned her smile and indicated her to come here. She immediately understood and walked towards me.

As soon as she sat she gasped. She was amazed by the view. She looked at me and asked, "How on earth did you find this place?" I looked at her sparkling brown eyes and replied, "Long story."

"But seriously this is just," she paused for a second looking for the appropriate word and then she found one, "Divine. It is irresistible and yet I was going to walk past it."

"I know it is just astonishing right? How can such a calm, peaceful, beautiful place lie in the middle of this rowdy market.. But it does. You know what Dr. it gives me hope that even after such chaos around this place.. This place still stands here. Irrespective of the fact that people don't even notice it. It just takes the rejections and still gives breath taking views, like these, to those few who come here." I pause, but the silence is not at all awkward. In fact it just relaxes and cleanses. "It just stands out. It shows that the company around you may be bad but it is no reason for you to be bad too. It is for you to stand up and be the one you want yourself to be, not the one others want you to be."

She looks at me in shock. I instinctively reply, "I usually don't talk in this philosophical tone okay!" defending myself and smirking. She starts laughing and we both laugh till our stomachs start hurting.

"I really didn't recognize you at first. But then I had the same vision and realised that it was you."

She sighed, "It is astonishing, you know? For the blind, one's identity is his voice. For the deaf, the face is the way they identify another. But this is the most unusual way of identification." She grinned, "By memories!"

I smiled and tried to explain, "You look really different during sessions. Always in formals."

"Yah. I know. But Ansel I want to warn you about something. People might give you the wrong impression even with the visions you see." I was confused and raised my eye brows. She continued, "You know people might intentionally remember some memories to make you go the wrong direction. Don't always believe your visions. They are true, they have happened, but they are someone's view point. They might not always be the way they look like."

"I don't get you. Are these visions true or not?"

"These are true, but they are the portrayal of what one saw Ansel. What you see is not always the truth."

She confused me to hell. Then was I supposed to believe my visions or not? I was lost! She looked at me and said, "Calm down Ansel! You will understand all of this with time."

Her eyes were so transparent, they were comforting. Those hundreds of confused emotions which rushed through me just stopped with this gesture of hers. Her almost black hair swayed in the wind. She then tried to change the topic.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I am a musician. I sing. I teach music to children."

"That is great Ansel. But," She paused doubtfully, "What do you not like in your job? Listening to the tone you spoke in, it just makes me sure that there is something you don't like."

"The fact that I have to teach music."

"Okay, isn't that your whole job?"

"Yah. I know. It is just that music is a feeling. It is a sensation put into notes. It cannot be taught. It has to be felt. But seeing the few who actually do makes me satisfied with my job-"

There was a small beep which made me stop. It was her phone. She hastily checked it and said, "I am sorry Ansel I need to go. It was nice talking to you."

"Same here Dr. Cooper. And by the way, you look nice."

She thoroughly tried to hide her blush but failed, "Thank you Ansel."

The sun had set and the stars were visible. She then left. I also got up and I saw my phone had fallen down. It had one hundred and sixteen voice mails. It was then when I got the shock of my life!

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NOTE TO READERS

Hey guys! i am hoping that this chapter is better that the previous one, though i am not fully happy with this. Please tell me if you feel something is wrong and needs to be changed. Now what do you think is this 'shock' of Ansel's life? How do you find the characters - Ansel and Rachel?

This chapter is dedicated to the song 'When The Stars Go Blue'. the link is below: https://youtu.be/RBxyfOtBJOQ

THANK YOU!