His eyes laid sight on what he thought was the figment of a god’s imagination. It was angelic, celestial, call it whatever you want to, one thing was for certain, no adjectives could better capture her description – her very being in that moment.
As a pantheist, he wondered who amongst his deities fawned over her day and night as he would.
A reincarnation of Audrey Hepburn – some may be tempted to concede that she is her revenant. Although cast in Nubian complexion and figuratively diminutive, she embodied her template. Everything about her radiated elegance he thought to himself. Even though she was indeed just one of the many apprentices of a madam that made garments for the denizens.
He still could not let go of her apparent elegance. It was something he likened to the beauty standards of ages past and present, a composite of what men have destroyed and sacrificed everything for.
A perfect copy of what the Egyptian djehuty, Thoth would have indelibly secured among his smorgasbord of letters present in his library, as the truest definition of human beauty.
He could bet all his life savings on the fact that should she have ever been painted by the greats, all lauded artworks of time past and present will pale in comparison, dwarfed by her superior beauty.
Gobsmacked he remained, as she passed by him. Cowardice won over his desire to utter the words hello.
As she passed by, he got a whiff of her lavender perfume laced with oil from the eucalyptus which did everything to dull his senses, placing him in a hypnotised state.
He swore that he could also sense a tinge of the sweetness of the persimmon. However, his scepticism reigned as it was virtually impossible given their locality and geographical placement. He was brought back to the reality that she was indeed human and approachable or so he thought.
The mystery behind her eerily-and-openly-dismissive silence did not deter him if anything, it egged him on. The need to soothe the gurgling sound in his loins far outweighed the hammer of rejection and emasculation that loomed ahead.
He pressed on following her, bypassing the wave from the old man who religiously engages him in needless hearty conversations and jesting. “I’ve seen an emerald as bright as the Kohinoor old-timer, pardon my blatant incivility. I owe you a long conversation.”, he blinked as he summoned courage just for her.
Gone is his head and ability to construct clear thoughts and make logical decisions. Led only by the urges, affirmed by the apparent intermingling of pheromones he nears her. “Wish me luck Aphrodite and all the goddesses of love, I may have finally found my soul mate, the missing piece to the puzzle.” he smiles a lust-filled smile.
He walks with a new oomph in his steps. His new-found optimism was almost palpable. He readies to meet the future that awaits. Everything looks so colourful now.
Only, if he knew.
Grey
Curator of moments, collector of whispers