My Noiseless Memories

Not long ago…

‘There is an old Arabic saying: When a man falls in love, he would pass through 7 shades of love which leaves a lasting memory. The shades determine the level of anxiety that runs in a person to fully determine his life cycle from start till death. These emotions and feelings are the same for everyone and everything that a man comes across except for the woman he loves… The passing through of these 7 phases in a man is overwhelming, that it changes his life once for all.

So what are these 7 stages of love?

01.   Attraction
02.   Infatuation
03.   Love
04.   Reverence
05.   Worship…’

I couldn’t take it… I closed the book. Thought myself,

‘Who would read such stuff…So boring…People say satire is dead? It’s not dead; it’s alive and living in my apartment!

I mean, even the first two are fine but love, reverence, worship… Gosh! They sound absolutely absurd…’ I just understood the fact that Zoya reads some real creepy horror books and she was making a statement with this!

Her bedroom lock clicked, and she was ready. She got out of her room and for the first time trust me she looked like a girl… Don’t ask me how… but she did!

She let her long black hair loose and uncovered, there were hardly any artificial mascara on her face but eyes were making me go senseless. There was no black veil, she looked curvy but not thin or whale like in her cotton shorts and tank tops. Her skin was so smooth that even a drop of water on her skin reminded me of butter sliding and dancing over a hot pan.

In short for the first time, she was looking gorgeous and elegant. I couldn’t take my eyes of her beauty…

‘What are you surprised at?’ she asked.

‘I am surprised that I no more have an alien monkey running around my apartment…’

She smiled and affirmed the fact, ‘Our Apartment’.

And friends, always remember, the good girl keeps the dairies and contract intact and the bad girl never has the time for any… To me, she just made her point sound and clear…

We went to the nearby Starbucks and I noticed few guys looking at her. In fact they were not only looking at her, but as Rajesh would say, ‘checking out…’

I noticed that no matter what it meant, to me tea and Tennessee were top priority and I didn’t want to ruin the trip… And so, we ordered tea. I asked for green tea and she had chai. We sat at a corner discussing our college, work and schedules. I asked her what she liked the most and prompt came her reply,

‘Traveling and cooking food’

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My Noiseless Memories – Chapter 10

Written by Ganesh Raam

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