I don't remember what she said, all I am sure of is that she had confessed her love to me. Well only in a man's dreams, a lady like her would talk about love & its accomplices. And when I tried to retrospect a little more, I was ascertained that even mine was a dream.
As I woke up, the thing that I couldn't dwell in this dream for a little longer & couldn't live a few more moments with her, did not make me feel exasperated & neither was I elated by this that she had confessed her love to me. But I was rather curious : curious to know what made this dream even possible?
The previous day, I remember as we were departing, she waved at me & called out my name & I reciprocated with the same glee she had on her face. That was momentarily. But if such an element is responsible for all this then I don't know what this universe is up to!
The next day was our conference & each time I saw her, that part of the dream flashed:
When she was walking ahead of me. (that same wigwagging ponytail & her hype - filled tread as if in an anticipated search for something) Turning back & smiling with her mouth shut & cheeks fully stretched back as if trying to make their ends meet. Next time I saw her sitting diagonally in front of me. I could observe her pitch - black curls slided beside her face, dangling like a veil, acting to conserve her beauty from catching some devil's eye.
I saw, how sharp were the attributes of her face, tip of her nose to the tip of her chin - nothing but everything was exquisite.
But when she got up & walked past me, there was a quantum leap in my palpitations, my spirit seemed to sink in grief:
For when she will pass through this crowd, several other hearts will fall for her and feel the same as I am feeling right now, & dream what all I had dreamt, & try to seek beyond this beauty what all I have committed, & what all I've gone through would no longer remain
This was an unexpected & undesired possession which my mind was craving for & I don't know where the conscience of my heart was asleep?