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Tuesday, October 16, 2018

The potion of precipice





It was a winter-night. I boarded the the airline Lufthansa , in New Delhi for Venice. In my #Bucketlist, there are so many places to visit, from historical sights such as  St. Mark’s Square to the museums. I also wanted to cross The Rialto bridge and explore the grand canal. 

Under the influence of excitement I ordered alcohol, to dull my anxiety.  After a while lost in terrain of thoughts, I was looking outside the window. I’m not sure what happened but, when I boarded the flight I was snoozing and  in my journey to realm of sound sleep, I witness something peculiar. From the window, I could see a typhoon, rising towards me.  

I was looking at it, silently, solemnly, when it rose high enough, it was close to my eyes and In the eye of the tornado I could see  a door. I also heard some one knocking at the door. 

An opened door can be an opportunity to enter, a universe unknown. But a closed door, definitely and undefinably promises adventures.  But it could be dangerous too as it’s not safe to enter the door you see in an eye of a typhoon. Longings to open the door, in my head, were evidently tclear. I knew it, in my bones, I want to open that door and face all that lies beyond it. When I’m high, I consider my self an adventurer, as that’s the moment when I venture a lot without walking a step.

Consequences be damned, I opened the door, the fresh sunlight painted my face with warmth. Even though I knew, I boarded the flight at 1:50 AM, it can’t be sunrise time, just yet. I guess, I was high. In the light, dense as mist, I saw a shadow or silhouette, I was not sure, what it was. I remember being drawn to it. With an unimaginably strong force. My mind was spinning around various possibilities, in many of them, it wanted to enter the door and  embrace the lit-mist and find out what that shadow really is—finally I decided not to enter the door as it could be dangerous.  The shadow I plan to chase might turn out to be  a shadow of an evil sorcerer, who’d wish ensnare my senses. The shadow, might belong to a human being or to a witch, the one , who would trap my soul In a jar made of smog.

I just couldn’t risk it. 

Strange things may happen to those  who don’t mind them.  I was sucked into that typhoon. It took me to the mountains, and I was  falling from the sky, to a certain ground which was not visible from the height. Though I saw an airplane, with thve name Lufthansa, painted on its marvellous structure. 

When I was booking the ticket for the flight, I remember reading “Fly comfortably with #Lufthansa! Discover the World”, with it. You may book your flights to Germany, Italy, UK or France online at attractive low fares, on the airline’s web page, when I was planing my trip. I did not know, it also offers adventurous typhoons, in services.

When I gained some consciousness, I could see high mountain peaks and precipices around me. It was as if I’m falling from the precipice.  I had no idea what future holds for me. I was lost in allure of the fall.

I was loosing my  consciousness rapidly, again. After a while I was not able to feel any thing but the warmth of sunlight and air, finally the flight of Lufthansa vanished in the clouds. I couldn’t hear it making any sound in the sky. When I woke up I was in a garden with lots of trees and flowers and a pond near by, I looked at the sky and I could still see the hint of mountains, I fell through. I was shocked but I was enjoying that too, it was like a blind date with an entity unknown. 

I’ve always been open-minded enough to say Yes. 

On a  table nearby I could see a bottle filled with liquid. I read the level on it. It read “The Potion”, also there was note, which read “The potion of precipice”. 

I poured the potion, In a chalice. I couldn’t believe that I’m looking at something like this. It looked as if it was made of light. Vapours of similar colour rose from it and it smelled fantastic. I wanted to touch the liquid so badly, I just poured it in my palm. Even touching it was like tasting it. A current, I could smell, ran in to my body. It smelled so good, I knew where it is my body at any given point in time, I could feel it. I have experienced weird accidents such as being sucked into a typhoon but this was something  even more exciting. I could not resist and  emptied the cup I poured for my self, in my mouth and let the liquid slide inside and discover all I had. As the liquid started its journey I saw the shadow lurking behind me, again. Normally I feel scared for a while but, in that moment I was just fine. I could let that bloody witch bewitch me or some ghost posses me, in that moment. 

I could sense the shadow, getting close to me, dancing behind me, on a music I’ve never heard. I turned around and watched it dance, it was better than any dance that universe has witnessed or heard of, from heaven to hell.  Then she stopped and she went to the same table, took the bottle of the potion and drank from it. I can bet everything I own, I’ve never seen someone, who looks so amazing even when they  drink something from a bottle. 

Now I could clearly see all her features. She was made of darkness of the night and I could see pitch black smoke, emerging and evaporating from her.  When she walked, she left crumbs of herself on the ground.  I’m sure, I was bewitched and wanted to talk to her. But I did not find the right words to begin with. She knew it. I’ve never understood, how girls  can see it clearly on other’s faces. She smiled. 

I swear, it was so pleasant, I would trade any thing  just to watch her smile again. Somehow, she knew that too, I was so smitten on her smile. I didn’t not mean to be insolent, but I just went ahead and hold her hand. She did not try to free herself. 

It was heavenly. 

When I looked at her, I found that she was okay—With me holding her hand. Where are you from? I wanted to ask her. But words were stuck on my tongue and she knew that too. I could hear her whole body whisper some kind of music, which was  so pleasant, I just wanted to faint. The pleasure, I was experiencing was unbearable, I could not understand that. After a certain limit, we can’t handle things like pleasure and pain and we want to go to sleep. 

I heard her answer all my questions, one by one, without uttering even a single word. I could see her body emitting those answers and I could also see the answers  traveling from her body to mine, in the form of darkness. I could see the darkness of the night, travelling in my veins. After a moment, I could feel it in my heart too. This strange union of our minds and souls was best of its kind. I was sure I won’t get to experience something like this ever again. 

Every single cell in my body was satisfied, as the union continued, my heart was full and my body was about to burst into millions of tiny  pieces. The joy was overwhelming. I was too lost, to realise, I was turning into her. When I found out, I wasn’t going to run away, I surrendered my will to the being I was with. 

I was her, she was me.

Finally I turned into the darkness. I could see myself floating on the ground, I still did not leave her hand, I was not planning  to walk away from her. My affinity for the force, I was experiencing, growing every second. In her world there were no fears, no chaos. It was just her—with me and warmth of the sun. 

Suddenly, someone grabbed my hand and shook it politely, “Sir, we have landed”. It was a girl from the crew members of the flight. The morning sun was shining at my face, through the window. I’ve arrived, I smiled at the idea, and appreciated the Lufthansa airline for not disturbing my sound sleep. I just de-boarded the  plane and headed towards places I had in my list. I had plans to follow my bucket list. I never planned to visit a world, which includes the mountains and mist as strange as I had in my dream. It truly was a #Blindlist. No one plans such an adventure. Now, visiting places without any plan has moved on top of my #blindlist.

 And when an adventure knocks at my door, I #SayYesToTheWorld, with #TheBlindList





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