And what of luck and fortune? They abandon you only to return in full glory. But between the parting and reunion, more often than not, a lot comes to pass. Especially when the calamity of love strikes, the ensuing fiasco materializes the theory above.
Similar befell the author. Standing on the edge of the cliff of life, the arrow of cupid sent him falling into green oceanic eyes. The fall was acute; blinding vision, thwarting mind, and subduing senses. Symptoms shared by all cases of this disease. Though this one was cured, but by rather surgical methods.
The councilor ushered me out of an ongoing class into her office where the aphrodisiac presence of ‘green oceanic eyes’ awaited me. Little did I know that this was to be the herald of my peril to follow in the next twenty-five minutes, and well, one that will embody the title of this text for life.
“He’s publicly saying that he likes me” was how the not-so-much unprecedented Nagasaki sounded. I know not how the tongue found strength to defend the master in its wake, but it did. Only to be put down by a lash out on feelings’ control, leaving nods of affirmation the sole response possible. The ambitious and ever popular Students Councilor sat in front, talking of social ethics and the like, thinking she was doing her job. Well perhaps yes she was, as a crusader of feminism, while the ‘Aphrodite’ sat with a satisfied smirk, now giving a vision of the sister of Hades herself. The twenty-sixth minute was indeed one of the blessings I would relish to the grave.
In the corridors there was a bustle of the upcoming event in the college. But my mind was filled only with thoughts of vengeance; vengeance against my newly sworn adversary; vengeance I would duly enact at proper time and place; vengeance that I did enact. But that, as they say, is another story.
by Umer Shakoor
