I am her soul… her essence... I live within her... but sometimes I tend to wander around... looking for things that touch me... intensely... passionately... just to see the effect of the events happening around her... how they touch her mind... her body... I look closely at people... at the emotions people try to hide... or the emotions they try to show... trying to decipher them... she doesn't realize what I am upto... but ofcourse that doesn't deter me... I go from place to place with her... gathering things for myself... gathering special moments... special people... special thoughts...
Coming back to something that happened a few days back… she was at a restaurant… I moved out of her body to look around… not many people were around… too early for the normal crowds… there was nothing interesting to take in… so I decided to wait a while… I placed myself near a vase of white flowers and a few decorative bottles of preserved pepper… how enticingly beautiful!… and then I noticed them… a couple... sitting at a table right opposite me… he was handing her a book… a gift?… looked like one… she seemed happy… apologizing for something as she glanced through the book for a while… later she placed it next to her and started talking to him… on and on she went talking mundane things… leaving me with a feeling that he was putting up with her chatter the way we put up with a kid who talks incessantly… this made me smile… later she noticed a few books next to him and picked them up… he smiled as he watched her go through the gist at the back of those books… meanwhile he picked up the book he had gifted her and started going through it… I noticed that it was a book on poems… it must have been an interesting book because I saw him smile while reading it… so intensely was he reading it that he didn’t notice her trying to catch his attention… she started fidgeting… not noticing things that I was taking in… I watched him read the book… and he surprised me… I have never seen anyone read a book like that… holding the book open in one hand and caressing its pages with the other… it was as if he was making love to the book… totally engrossed… not noticing her… not noticing me… just he and the book… I saw his expressions change… one moment engrossed… the other moment smiling… one moment intense… the other moment calm… this went on for a while… I was spellbound… he read her a verse from one poem… his voice reverberating across the room… a high-pitched voice making love to every word he spoke… I heard his voice, not taking in one word that he was saying… I was too busy watching him make love… too busy watching the climaxing of the affair… too busy taking in the intensity of his voice... till the end of the poem… the zenith…
this is the moment I gathered for myself… my soul gathering…
