Philophobia

FIVE

Staring at the evening twilight Sataish inhaled a deep breath. The rust corners of the sky were feeling closer; closer to the silver railings of the balcony, closer to the stray strands of her hair making patterns on her statuesque neck. She closed her eyes and listened to the last chirpings of the tired birds. The whole day rewound in fragments telling her not to fade those beautiful memories or to start every single day by remembering them or to seal them in any secret vault whose secrets swim with the waves, harsh waves.

She lifted her eyelids and the serenity of the sight flooded her eyes again. She lowered her head to the hands placed on the railings and smiled at the lawn couch.

She came in her room that appeared all indigo in the dim light of pale incandescent bulb and her eyes looked for the nightstand. Taking short steps towards it Sataish was observing something brewing up in her mind, heart, or better say soul. The grey temples say that when the love strikes someone then the whole world turns upside down; for a mere second, or for a tic of the needle on the clock, or for the time that contributes in making water slip from your fist. Her trembling fingers touched the book with her heart racing for unknown reasons. The clear and mature writing on the very first page with black gel ink made her to give another few seconds.

"For someone who loves financial matters; who never counts her losses but the gains for her family. For one who takes very good care of my patient and she should not get amazed on this fact that from where I got to know her interest in finance as her Baba is my very good friend now. I would like to let her know that in any emergency she should call me on the contact number provided below as I am always willing to help my second family."

She was awestruck. A second slipped away and the fragrance of new and crisp pages stroke her nostrils. Welcoming the new entrant in their, or more precisely, her life was indeed like a fresh breezy touch on the burning skin. Closing the book gently she moved to her bed and lied in it.

"Hence it is proved that I am like any other girl. When did it happen that I started feeling this way? This is new. Yes, it is." Turning to her left side she whispered with her lips stretched.

"Maybe this book has made me lunatic, bibliophile I am." Tightly pressing her eyes she confessed and then his reflection appeared on the curtains of her mind.

"Now even my eyes are on rebellion." Opening them wide and staring at the ceiling fan she admitted.

"What should I do?" Feeling the passing time she thought.

"It is not appropriate to think about someone in this blissful solitude, and totally worst about the first man in your life. I have to cease it. It is one sided." And then she laughed at her skill of interpretations.

She opened her laptop and went on browsing her social sites. Suddenly she thought of finding Irtiza and with her beautiful long fingers typed his name. His pages opened and brought a new fantasy for her to live in. It contained his amazing biography and showed his great sense of humor. No doubt he was an intelligent man with extra ordinary skills in his profession. His account contained a few of his pictures and all of them made her skip a beat. He was beyond perfection.

"Lucky lady your wife is! I wonder if she really exists!" Mumbling in the lowest possible tone she inquired from her heart. She had recovered from that insane frenzy and now a strange force in her own self was singing lullabies to those stupid thoughts.

"I have to grow our business. I cannot afford such insanities in my life. I have to believe in what my fate has to offer me and I will."

She closed her laptop and then at the very moment something badly terrified her.