A Girl in Glasses: An account of Author.

It felt, as if my entire life came to a perennial impasse, the moment her devouring eyes struck with mine. My all senses, be them conscious or sub-conscious, just froze.

                                    

 

The morning when I woke up, I could not have imagined in my wildest dream of such an encounter. Just a usual day with the usual mess that it entails: classes. It is not that I have a morbid fascination with labs but I definitely have an enduring- dare I say ‘underlying’ - interest to get an eternal exemption from such hell of the mess. Even that day, Friday I guess, was not so special, given that I was damn indignant for having to shatter the glass of my sweet carnal dreams for joining a class on time to get nothing but a handful of chatters from here and there and - yes - attendance of two classes, good lord!!!. With my circle absent, I had no reason to stay in the department. But then I remembered I had a monstrous dept on me to return: book. The librarian has ‘daddy issues with me - of some unusual sort. He always has this apprehensive behavior ready to slap me right in my fucking face. Like I would elope with the book I issue, albeit having returned each one on time; except ‘The Contractor’ for which I had to bribe him 50 rupees. With being very certain about the uncertainty of life, I knew very well that if I departed with a book of the library in my hand, he would never let my family bury me. But after all, I don’t care if I get buried, cremated, thrown to sea, or whatever as that is no longer my business but my heirs. And after all, it is as Shakespeare said “much ado about nothing”, like why to be concerned about a body weighing barely a ‘maund’ when the spirit who owned most of the shares has left the planet. However, it would be my utmost pleasure to be a one-time meal for fishes or any carnivores; as long as they do not have any problem digesting my less flesh and more slender and arrow-like bones. So, I rushed to the library ready to kneel down before my library lord because I thought I had passed the infamous ‘due date’. Lucky me! - I was, inadvertently, 3 days ahead. It only happened since the book I took this time was not my type. Even he was awe-struck of such an incident that could possibly take place once in a century. After sorting out library business, on my way back, as a routine; was taking long but sophisticated strides, in a meantime thought to take a shortcut from the department. As I entered the department, while taking my shades off, saw two girls who were in opposite direction and were also in rush to somewhere in this very world. Self-centered as I am, it was very unlikely - or to say - sheer antithetical to my nature to keep an eye on a girl for more than a glance, but what happened there is yet an inexplicable enigma. Her enchanting eyes filled with the collyrium of innocence, just behind the rounded-spectacles like those of Manto’s, reminded me of Iqbal’s not so iconic but near to my heart couplet.

 

                فقط نگاہ سے ہوتا ہے فیصلہ دل کا

 

نہ ہو نگاہ میں شوخی تو دلبری کیا ہے

 

                  It was an instant yet of thousands of millenniums. We did not let off the nascent passion growing between, even when my heart started pounding so hard that an old man cooking a fish on verge of the north could feel the frequency that is produced, but she didn’t even bother winking. As we passed by, it felt as if the that I spend my entire life acquiring the pearl that has just slipped away to an unknown. I was so wrenched by the whole experience that I turned my head back to have another glimpse of her after some ‘heavy’ steps ahead and to my surprise, she also reciprocated. Oh my god!!  for what on earth have I been living hitherto, asked myself out of merriment as she passed an adorable smile.

                             

                                   I swear to my heart, her eyes incarcerated by those rounded-golden Manto-like spectacles, they’re satanic yet inexorable; devour one in a fraction of moment. And before I knew it, I was all but plunged into enticing pretext of this heavenly nymph.

 

 

 تیرے دیدار کے لمحات بہت قیمتی تھے

 

ہم اگر آنکھ جھپکتے تو خسارا کرتے       

 

 

 

 

Author:   Zubair Siddiqui