The meeting

She stood there. She sat there. She gazed underneath the water from there. She lifted her eyes to the archaic mansion that held the flirty waves of projections from the agitated water that had acquired the motion from waggishness of the fishes over there. It had been an hour that she had been transposing her positions and postures for innumerable times. Until then she was in an eternal composure solemnizing the sempiternal truth she had not long ago discovered. The composure was eternal for it possessed the quality of eternity; it seemed as if that composed stance of hers had got onto her since the timeless era and for the time that wont cease. Yeah, before she appeared to be disarrayed, she had been pondering about, focused on, that answer of all the riddles, that simple and viable truth most of us care not to reach.
The patience had now begun to take a test upon her patience. Her efforts to prolong its limit continued for a while, but soon she lost her grip from those efforts. Her tender self woke up and felt the urge for some nasty smelling yet kindly behaving fumes that blow off the heavy desolating air of loneliness. She unzipped her bag, took out the cigarette case, picked one, held it, lighted it, inhaled it and exhaled difficulties that was causing her heart sore, headache and all other relative pains on everything that constituted her. With the long thin cigarette in between her fingers, Wide opened eyes, tightly shut mouth, heightened cheek bones and fierce expression that emanated from the combo of all these, she was waiting and waiting and doing nothing else. It had became actually, a kind of meditations where one's consciousness is replaced by the intensely insane energy flowing all over one's self that which would dissipate only by the charge of his sane presence. Her fossil digital watch displayed 14:28 indicating that more than two hours had passed since her arrival and yet, there was not a sign of his. Still she kept the hope alive and endured arduously the pain from the madding energy with the fear of exacerbating it.
Nothing was functioning properly except the tender core of her heart which was acting at its best. It had been five days over a month that she hadn't seen him. And in the case like this where seconds feel like hours, minutes like days, hours like week, days like months, week like years and months like, my god eras!;she was so so desperate to see him, watch him, feel him, meet him and acknowledge him after the distance of more than an era. Her being was maintaining the same deceiving stance, (deceiving for it faked composure while in an disturbed condition) until when the burnt leftover of the cigarette she was holding, alarmed her. She shook, meaning every part of her body shook, even the unfathomed shakes took place. Her fingers seem to march involuntarily towards the cigarette case and yet again she repeated the process. And tried herself to push in her preceding stance but failed, pathetically. Even the cigarette fell from her hands on the water. This time no desire spoke for her to again lighten one.
She was exhausted by the tiresome flow of heavy energy flowing inside her. Her knees began to weaken and it caused her to sit in the brick walls enclosing the passage which went across that small still water body. She then unzipped her bag, and well this time it wasn't the cigarette; she took out her cell phone, dialed his number and then cut off before she made a call. She held on for few minutes. She had already ringed him for may be five or six times beginning just after her arrival at 12 or so, all of which had ended up unanswered. She then typed some text, read it twice and deleted it. She bowed her head and rested it on her folded knees. Faint pictures of his head resting in her shoulders begin to cast around her presence. The boundaries of her divided selves were getting more sharper, more vigorous. Her two halves had developed enough tensions to create a fine enmity. One half seem to stand upright haughtily but in a positive air of pride at her virtues, uncompromising to surrender and abase her self. The other half lacked rigidity and would swerve along any course which would lead her to lose her imposing potentials; that knew no any esteem nor any awareness of her being, and all that it knew was surrender to moderate her self.
It was 18:2 in Rumi's watch. Her guy came. Sat beside her. This time as well, there appeared no any logical reason for his being late. His existence said it all. His clever touches ( clever for they faked accidental but were intentional) dissipated her peaking energy and added sensuality instead. She melted slowly. Her latter half won and the former hid somewhere. After all, we all are a bit more vulnerable to mediocrity. Neither she stood erect nor she broke. She bent slowly with a delicate muse in her countenance and yeah, I didn't found that beautiful.