The vulgarity of it all was intoxicating. Another swing and perhaps she will let go, another twirl and perhaps she will dive. It was like stringing marshmallows on a scorching rope. She was all set to cut the fine line with her burning tongue. The stroboscopic lights distracted her enough to feign gullibility. The clamorous beats resonated in her bright wide eyes and she whispered into his right ear.
Just keep dancing, you tempestuous stranger. Just keep dancing.
She was oblivious to her surroundings. Maybe the rain was just a fiction of her imagination. She turns and swirls to the rhythm. The rhythm of her heartbeat. The sound only comprehensible, or maybe even not, to herself. She was smiling. No, she was laughing actually. It was the kind of laugh exuding so much happiness and bliss so pure it was unreal. One would have thought she could have been an angel from above. But no, she was just another stranger on the street.
Is she really happy? And I dont mean happiness in the “Yeah I am” way we say when we dont feel like elaborating. I dont mean it in the “above average” or “I’m a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10″ way on those questionaires you answer. I mean real happiness. Pure. Untouched. Undeluded. Whatever you call it. Or maybe there isnt even an adjective for an emotion so powerful. I guess people who have felt it, dont need to find a word to describe it. Why say it when you can feel it?
What’s her secret? Or is it just the rain?
It rained heavily today. I was in town and without an umbrella. Seconds later it began to snow. It was a “Are you fucking kidding me?!” moment.
And then I saw her.
In the commencement of life,we set no bounds to our inclinations, nor to the unrestricted opportunities of gratifying them. We have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag. And it seems that we can go on so forever.
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