Enchantress by Santosh Jha (great books for teens TXT) 📕

She had received the award, had her photo moment, showed up to her colleagues and had walked to him, bowing her head down and her eyes half closed. He had stood up, she was inches close, she tried to hand over the trophy to him; he did not take it. Instead, he joined his palms, touched her chin with eight fingers of his joined hands and gently lifted her face up. Like a flash, she opened her big eyes full and looked deeply at him… Everything happened within ten seconds and immediately, he left her as the CEO called him up on the dais for the ceremonial pictures.

His conscious mind can clearly see and fix where and when it had happened. This three second time span he is trying to unravel for the last one hour. The touch of her chin, the big eyes looked up and something happened. Her eyes are so big, it could never go unnoticed, whenever in the past 48 hours they met and worked together. That moment, was however, mystical. There was something; inexplicable yet very intense. The three second conundrum he is trying to unravel but his cognition is failing him.

He distinctly remembers, he had left her within seconds of her big eyes looking up at him but, it is still so eked in his mind that it felt, as if he was still standing there inches close to her and only a part of him moved out to join the CEO. May be, it was his deep innate desire to continue with the bliss of the moment of touch, which made him feel, he was continuing there. He is rather perturbed he does not remember anything happening around him with clarity, after he moved out. Or, may be the impact of her big eyes looking up at him had not yet finished and it lingered with him, even as he moved out. One thing is definitive; something mystical had happened in the three seconds time-span, when he touched her and she looked up to him, with something undecipherable in her big wide open eyes.

What is bliss? It is a fraud on consciousness the cognition plays, with utmost homeostatic excellence and exuberance. When the enchantress ‘warps’ the reality, it tricks cognition into acceptance of arriving, even when the journey of consciousness remains unending. Bliss curves the time-space fabric and it in turn creates orbited cognition. The consciousness may actually be moving but the warped reality makes the journey cyclic and orbited. Naturally, bliss makes it feel; the time has stopped, the journey has been arrived and all causalities are concomitantly concentric. He is in perfect bliss. He however has the genius to see through the fraud. He has stopped, his time has stopped. But, his consciousness is a warrior; it cannot stop journeying.

Mediocrity has shallow roots in reality. The tumultuous gush of causalities and reactionary cognitions easily drift it. The genius has its roots deeply entrenched in reality. Its consciousness has this mastery of artistry to buoy up, rise over the flooding water and judiciously witness the oscillations of causalities and troughs of cognitions.

Most people are two persons within one body. They move between consciousnesses as per the independent causalities of the elements of their nature and nurture – the elements as instincts and culture. Most of their lives, people behave and act in a way, which at one point of time is available for decision to their minds – an autonomous mix of their nature and nurture. This is mediocrity. Only an evolved consciousness can have the genius to be largely independent of both these elements. This enables them decide, what should ideally present as the decision-matrix for their minds. This facility of being the conscious decider of what should ideally present yourself with your decision-matrix at any point of time in your life is the ultimate empowerment of consciousness.

He understands the causalities his elemental subconscious mind was throwing up, to be considered as a certain and specific decision-matrix. He does not stand in denial of it but, even this decision has to be that of his higher consciousness mind states. His genius cannot entertain the entreaty of mystical insinuations. His intellectual disposition has the cognitive wherewithal to decipher the algorithmic assertions of subconscious as well as the heuristic hyphenations of conscious self.

The enchantress has sure cast her mystical magicality and the warped reality has already aligned the causalities for institution of a specific acceptance. The mechanism of miracle and marvel has already rolled out its mystical processes. The black hole centrality of finality has lined up all elements of probable causalities in singular linearity. The consciousness however, is a warrior. The decision-matrix has to wait at the doorstep of the consciousness, which has the genius of sincere reception but, with objectivity of level-headed logicality.

Her elegance and innocence is not innately predisposed to rigors of reasoned inquisition. If she is not accepting something, it is primarily because the question itself has taken her by storm. The very probability of an answer is tumultuous. It is late in the night and she cannot take her mind away from the question.

Something precarious happened within three seconds. He touched her chin and she looked up. Her big eyes amplified because she expected him to hug her. This came in a flash and within seconds he had to leave her. She stood there, shocked, unable to explain what on earth made her expect that he would hug her. She has been asking herself since then and even after hours, she has no definitive answer.

She is still thinking. She has barely known him for 48 hours; spent only 6-8 hours with him together. Before that three second incident, he had not even come close enough. How can she expect him to hug her? There were people all around and everyone was looking at her. How could this idea even sneak into her mind that he would hug her. She knows; deep within, even admits; she would not feel bad had he hugged her.

Even after few hours of the three second happening, she can still feel the pleasantness lingering around her. There is a strange apprehension in her heart, whether he could see this all in her eyes? She stands before the mirror, checking her own big eyes, making sure whether they look any different? She is also nervous, can he read her uneasiness next day, when they meet in the office. Not for a moment, she considers that he might be in similar situation of conflict. Her innocence is too uncomplicated to reach out to a proposition beyond her own fallibility. Anyways, what he has to do with whatever is happening to her! Yet, he has muffled her consciousness; she feels light, elated.

There is a powerful, entrenched and concomitant ambience of mysticism which muffles everyone. From childhood, it subconsciously takes deep roots and throughout the life, the domain of unknowable keeps expanding. It has got to do with the infiniteness of the cosmic construct, of which everyone of us is an inseparable part, yet too insignificantly miniscule to decipher even a fragment of it. It is a passionately preserved feeling emanating out of the way reality expresses itself through the media of human consciousness, which is the happy breeding ground of all mysticisms.

Human consciousness is a genius of association building. Knowledge, more as available information, is somehow reasonable associational tool. However, the biggest domain of association-building is imagination. Human consciousness is worthy craftsman of infinite and expansive imagination. Lesser the domain of knowledge (known), wider and far intense the universe of imagination (unknown)! The genius has higher knowledge and all imaginations are optimally synced with knowledge. The mediocrity however happily banks on imagination, seldom caring to seek synergic linkages with knowledge.

Human consciousness is designed for associations; it is the life-line for survival intelligence and therefore, imaginative brilliance is continuously on the rise in complex contemporary world, where associational needs are manifold more than ever before. Less knowledge, more imagination is perfect recipe for mysticism to acquire brilliance of appetizing flavors. The unsatiating craving for perpetuity of bliss, especially in relationships, is calamitous breeding ground for mystical imaginations. Mediocrity thrives on this artistry.

Human consciousness and its mystical flavors of cognition have an invisible and intangible link – the multiverse of causalities. The causalities launch the initiation of association building by the human consciousness and as enough facts (knowledge) are not available to average person, the vacuum is filled with oscillations of imaginative ripples. Naturally enough, cognitions are thrilling theatre of magical scripts of mystical acceptances. The consciousness, cognition and causalities; all are expressions of intangibilities and therefore, mysticism has the galvanized mechanism and processes to unravel its rainbowish shades. The cognition of intimacy and love is always the worst offender of ignoring whatever little knowledge of facts may be available, to unleash the unfettered acceptances of mysticism and marvel. The associational causality of love seldom has sufficient semblance of fact; it is the most pampered domain of mystical multiverse…

The three second riddle sure has overwhelmed both him and her but, both have the genius to preside over it; not be in denial mode, yet, not be swayed away by its mystical gush. The mediocrity of minds may shop wild on the available currency of mystical munificence. The shops are full of luscious and appetizing merchandise of soul mate, twin flames, kindred spirit, cosmic couple, et al. The long and deep antecedents of such purchases from childhood lure even mature people to add it to the shopping cart.

He has always been a reluctant buyer. She for sure is a smart customer. Both are journeying the mysticism but cannot accept the destination of auto-mode acceptance. All causalities need to be verified on the anvil of objective and logical rationality. Where is the rush to arrive? The journey itself is hugely satiating…!

Love never is a one-way proposition. It never happens in singleness. Love is a twosome and pair reality; if not, it has no eligibility to qualify as love. The three second magic can vary in time-length but, it shall happen, whenever, in couple causality. But then, the two separate elements of mutuality have no means to verify and present joint testimony! The trouble is – Can the unexplainable be explained? Can there be affirmation of unknowable? Can the two luminosities ever face up and seek corroboration of uncertain?

This cannot ever be anything but a hypothesis. Love and intimacy causalities, as complex and conflicted expression of layered consciousness, cannot be anything else but oscillations of probabilities in the expanse of vacuum. All hypotheses need to be tested objectively and logically before acceptance as finality of love. No finality must ever be rushed. Love and intimacy therefore has a long and varied history of mishaps and consternation. The journey must never stop; arriving is an automatic reality if and only if the road is travelled together with higher consciousness and concomitant compassion.

Thankfully, it is Sunday. She wakes up late in the morning with this peaceful proposition that she shall have the whole day to settle herself and face him in the office next day as normal as it could be. The probabilities however never take a break. The causalities that prosper probabilities are dialectical; ever active to keep energizing the next level of cognitions. The consciousness does not even register; the script is progressing and the theatre of life unfolds its next play of probabilities. The blink in her mobile phone awaits the unleashing of level next.

‘Our CEO told me yesterday, together, you and me create a partnership of potential. I never believe him! If you permit, we can test this hypothesis by partnering today for creating lunch together in your kitchen. If your mother approves it, I can then accept what the CEO believes’, his message read.

She immediately wants