THE EYES DON'T REFLECT EVERY TIME!

CH-8. WHAT'S THE UNKNOWN?

"Hello Sir! May I come in?"I walked into the room, and found a large table with files on it.There were nothing but books, every single place where my eyes went. The next very thing which it captured was the eyes which were looking right into mine, over the margin of the lead of the laptop 'he' was working on.

"Come in. Have a seat here." The following words came from Mr. Dormant, under whom I would be working for at least six months, if I could bear to.

"So.....Ms Eaton, are you the one who is writing lyrics for our upcoming song?"

"It's done sir! Ms. Manicca, she asked me to...."

"Yeah, I have been informed about it. So, Ms Eaton...... You are the one who is appointed to write the lyrics of the upcoming song?"

"I have done it, I was told to show it to you today."

"Please!"

I took out the file from my bag, and handed it over to him. He took it from my hand and kept it right away on the table. "Let it be here I'll need some time to read it. We may gather here again after a couple of hours with the whole team to start with it. It will depend on the lyrics though. Before that, as we are working as a team, we should make our introductions."

"Well, Teerin Eaton here. I like to note the words my mind says which is commonly termed by people to be an art of writing."

"That was short. Do you think it will be enough for me to consider you as an assistant?"

"I own every word I say. It's impossible for one to buy it, the day one does, he will know, more than enough it is. Well, to consider me as an assistant , no introduction will be enough!"

"Confidence! I like that."

"Thank you Sir."

"What if I do?"

"Excuse me?"

"What if....what if I do buy your words?"

"I will own you then!" Saying this I left the room, hoping the best for him to like it.

I didn't know how confident I am about this project but all that came out from my mouth were true, I could do anything but give up. Sometimes it's that leap of faith you can keep within yourself, it of course doesn't help you to conclude anything but does give you the courage to make your own positive conclusion, that was exactly what I needed now.

I open the door and.....look at the large crowd that is rushing towards me with mics, notepads a cameras and what not! I was so lost in thought, it was difficult for me to judge that they were going to hit me. Thankfully I did not get such consequences, not because I came back to my senses, and also not because they slowed themselves down. I was gazing at the huge crowed when someone pulled my right hand from there and dragged me to the northwest corner of the building, near the staircase.

The touch was very familiar. A very old one. It kept on dragging me and I couldn't do anything but move towards the direction my feet lead me. It didn't object a bit , as if my feet had full faith on the touch! It stopped right where my eyes opened to see a dark room. There were two feelings exhilarating me, the darkness of the room and the hand that left mine just now! Then could I feel the difference, rather the absence. I searched for the same touch, I didn't want to but my hands did. They seeked the touch, right when leaving no other choice, the words came out, "Who are you?". There was absolute silence, well it shouldn't be, right? I still have the touch running throughout the nerves of my body, but to be practical there is no sign of anyone, why is that?

Somebody knocks the door behind and I get a glimpse of the person's hand, that with the same crystal I had seen in father's hands. It was the exact same one. The fingers tightened around the crystal and then did I see the ring, very near to the nail line. The kind I saw only one person to wear. I ran to open the door and again solitude disappointed me. No, I was not completely alone now, there was somebody behind me. And no doubt, it was that very one, who brought me here. I was right about the touch. The fingers I saw were that of the right ones.