He warped into the stocky short girl who started staring at her. The girl smiled somewhat shrewdly. “I have so many questions for you” he said with her voice. She looked back at the girl knowing it was his consciousness from within that was uttering those words. Somehow, she did not feel like playing this game anymore. It had been days that he had been warping in and out of the people around her. He was no longer content with being a shadowless and formless being surrounding her and invading her personal space whenever he felt like it. He had either discovered or always known how to warp into other human beings misplacing their consciousness and having his own rule over their body from within.
She sighed and got back on her feet with a tight smile to the lady facing her. “I have to go” she told her in a tired voice. He peered back at her smugly from within the eyes of the girl. She wondered when he would get tired of playing games and just decide once and for all if he wanted to really be with her or not. She walked back to her room and starting dancing. When he behaved this way, the only soothing thing she could think of was either dancing or sufi whirling. Both appeased her immensely. Her swirl slowly morphed into a whirl as she stood with one hand offered to the skies and the other offering to the ground, in the typical gestures accompanying sufi whirling.
Things did not seem so bad anymore when she practiced sufi whirling. It was as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders. As she stopped whirling after a while, she felt his invisible presence again. He had quit pretending. She could feel him staring at her but for some reason he did not seem to want to taunt her anymore…
Note:
This piece may be read as a follow-up to the piece initially titled “Sensation” which you can find when toggling on the blogroll in my blog. The posts were edited on 9 March to include the title of the series “The Body Rider” so Sensation is now called “The Body Rider 1: Sensation” for coherence sake.
It was a bitter night. The wind was howling outside and she recalled how it had tugged at her hair and the umbrella almost yanking it out of her gloved hands. She had been glad to have gloves on as it was biting cold outside. Her cheeks seared with the acid bite of the cold. The elements raging outside were no match, however, for the cold that was biting into her heart as the days went by without him. She wondered if he was now gone forever or if he would come back like he had done after a period of absence around a year ago.
She stretched on the sofa where she had been lying down watching the screen without actually taking in what was going on in the Television set just across the room. She looked at the reed in the canal outside her room and could see it bend wildly this way and that as the wind tore away at its roots attempting to uproot the reed. The wind was, however, no match to the resilient reed which withstood the tear of the wind and just bent gracefully one way or the other depending on the twists and turns of the wind.
She felt she should be more like the reed and adapt to the situations as they arose. She should get used to the times when he disappeared however much they hurt. He was anyway like a ghost in her life so she should not expect him to have a normal pattern of behavior. He was gone for longer than the other time but it did not mean that he would not be back again. She felt ice fill her heart as the veracity of his absence sunk into her mind. There was no sunshine when he was not around. Indeed she thought, there was no sunshine without him….
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