When I Met You

Necessities

Times with her were phenomenal. She would flap her wings to cool your sweats. She could protect you from that cold winter day and yet, she stood unharmed- cherishing the sweetness that no any Cadbury could possess. She was more than Bourbon; one would easily get addicted to. She was sustainably hybridized. By the time, my wings grew tender- I was no more afraid of taking a flight or more.

Our rehearsals were over. We had to perform the next day. I used to insignificantly mention dancing to be my step counterpart but those changing colors had something else to tell. We did well. Our whole crew was happy, more importantly she was happy. I was the happiest person for I could see her happy. However, I was afraid somewhere. For our task was completed, we no more had to rehearse or say those clock hands that ticked and docked for me-stopped. I didn't have to swing my hands, holding hers. I had a fear, if I would lose her.

She was sitting next to me.

"So, it's all over- after a week long, tireless effort, after a dancing Jamison emerged"- she whispered, frantically.

It was a mixture of feelings.

"This is not the end, right? We will meet again; talk the same way we did!!!"

I had said something I didn't have to say. But what came from her provided yet another glimpse of smile.

"Don't be silly"- she replied.

I was broken, until she continued-"We are good friends now. We will be meeting now and then. After all, how can I stay without my partner!!!" she was giggling.

I accompanied her. I giggled for all those scattered bits and traces, parts and partials of happiness she had accumulated and filled in me.

She couldn't just be a good friend- she meant something more. She was never an option- but a necessity. She was far, yet close to me.

Lots of people admired the way we performed. The echoes of well wishing reverberated the scenario – it was joyous. How can I forget it! I don't know where it came from but we were announced the best dancing couple. "BEST  D A N C I N G  C O U P L E" – I could hardly believe it. First this shocking announcement and then that breathe taker- a magical hug from her. Probably someone had hugged me in ages. I didn't remember when the last time was, somebody hugged me but I didn't care, I didn't use my senses to remember. It was the best so far. All I wanted was that warmth, which could keep my heart going. She was the blood circulator and my breathe taker at the same time- the most wonderful part was, I was still alive. This thing struck into my veins- you don't need to breathe when someone else's doing that for you. . I was alive like never before. It was her, now- a necessity to me.

I had always spoken of time. But time was itself describing me, now. It was an asset to me. Time was standing by me, for me. Both of us were tireless. I was consoled by her speech. She was a forecaster, who could know what I wanted- she didn't hesitate to be the authorized dealer, one who takes nothing away from you but yet provides you everything, you need.

The next day, I didn't see her in the college. My eyes were snatching the views that could display her presence. However, it didn't work. Anyway, social media was always an option these days. We would chat for hours and yet active. I was glad to see her, eager to share her ideas about life, all those compassions and little stuffs that happened, now and then. We talked about her problems and she asked me for a solution; very funny, I couldn't resolve the creator of this brand new- Jamison, however I had to try. I somehow managed to assure her with a better idea, merely a solution.

Extremities were announced when she started to flirt. I was always willing to sprinkle gasoline into that born fire- I wanted the extremities to get even more extreme, break the walls.

"People like you, aren't meant to be flirted", and she was seen.

I would add up few more things and our convo went on and on, until either of us was asleep or our power was dead. Those feelings were getting intensified; I imagined that it was the same way for her.

Realities are often agonistic, harder to believe. May be I should have measured the volume of gasoline before I poured it- maybe I had miscalculations. A matchstick can lit a candle but we can't deny the fact that it can even burn an emergence into ashes. We should be careful using a knife for it has the potential to chop our fingers as well; it is never bounded by any norms or rules that prevent it from doing so. A knife can never skip from cutting; it is by its nature. It cuts, bleeds and, the hurting- it is obvious.