Eternity is a long long time. And I could feel my temporal resolve weakening as I waited for her response on the Facebook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It is surprising how life can obsessively revolve around waiting for a single response on the Facebook. My Blackberry had the account, the office computer had the site opened and minimized as also the PC at home. Every moment spent in waiting. Hope and anticipation waxing and waning everyday! Bouts of intense despair where the air seemed poisonously heavy and the lungs incapable of drawing it in. Disinterested and divorced from the mundane happenings of everyday life. Hope is all I lived with, hope which was increasingly giving way to dark, dull despondency.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The temporal self is weak; Eternity a vast chasm for the temporal to bridge. To wait for Eternity, I needed to divorce the temporal and take an ethereal avatar. Maybe time as we know ceases to exist on the ethereal plane. Maybe, the astral self could cross the oceans and watch her sojourn in the temporal till it was over and we were united. The idea slowly began to take root.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had always been a sybarite \u2013 loved the good things of earthly life. But those were means to an end and without her presence in my life, meaningless. I followed elaborate rites for my passage from the temporal to the ethereal. No loose ends to be left behind, no other attachments except for my singular goal \u2013 Her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I sit in the bathtub \u2013 soaking luxuriously in warm water with a bottle of Elizabeth Arden\u2019s Mediterranean poured into it. I sit surrounded and immersed in her smell as I remember her. A mellifluous voice renders a popular composition of Ghalib, romantic nuances float in the background. The crystal glass on edge of the tub is filled with my favourite single malt on the rocks \u2013 the temporal savouring the last pleasures of the physical world. My laptop runs a slide show of all the images I have stored of her and my brain makes those nostalgic moments come alive. And I watch the white foamy perfumed water change colour \u2013 from innocent virgin white to a promising irrevocable red. My sights are dimming as I concentrate on the slide show \u2013 locking the last vestiges of her physical image, imprinting them on my soul. I have started feeling cozy and lightheaded when there is a tong from the laptop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I peer through the gathering haze into my laptop to read my last message. It\u2019s from her and reads \u2018 Hi Nadeem, Howz life treating you?\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"