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

to call, invite him and plan everything before he changes his plan as his message has arrived an hour back. Seconds later, she drops the idea. The lingering apprehension grips her. If she calls up, he would definitely sense her excitement, which she wishes to guard. Instead of messaging him back, she jumps out of bed, checks her refrigerator, rushes to supervise the kitchen and then enters her mother’s room. Fifteen minutes later, everything is fixed.

Next seven hours are like a dream for her. Together they pamper her mother, finalize the menu of the lunch of her mother’s choices. They shop together for the ingredients and share everything – be it peeling the potatoes, washing the vegetables, cooking dishes or cleaning the table after lunch – with dignity and simplicity. She can clearly see; he has very subtle artistry of comforting others by taking care of even small details. He very naturally looks poised and in command of any situation. His tall body and deep voice present an aura of reassurance.

Late afternoon, when he leaves her, she has finally won. She successfully resists her desire to hug him. It is tough for her. A man with no rough edges to his personality and well rounded in his approach towards life-living is best qualified for a hug from a woman of equal elegance. She wins as she denies him this reward. He admits; his CEO was right, as her mother not only enjoyed the food but also felt elated about the day. Her mother however does not deny him the recompense. She showers him with blessings. He hugs her mother.

He is satisfied with the day’s outcome. He feels; he has almost unraveled what he came looking for. In the seven hours he spent with her, he intentionally walked her to different situations and aspects of life-living. He chose to step back and made her take the lead. At the bakery shop, while bargaining with vegetable vendor, ordering coffee at the roadside café, in the queue for billing at grocery store; everywhere he watched her disposition and movements closely. She had no idea what he was up to. She was at her natural best. It was the way she was and he being with her, there sure was a cadence in her expressions.

She has also taken enough notes of his personality. Late evening, as she sits alone, reflecting over the day, she is beginning to decipher, what makes her feel so innately connected to him; prompting her to hug him. She has almost decoded; what the intense yearning of the hug essentially speaks about her subconscious mind state. Both of them were as natural and simple to each other but both of them intentionally and successfully covered up the magic of the common three seconds, which actually was the causality behind the day’s progression. It hardly matters. What matters is the success of the enterprise. She feels; she has the answers! He is satisfied; he has unraveled the mystery…

There is embedded and elemental design in the causalities of the cosmos. The codes of the design are embossed deep in the DNA of consciousness. The algorithms of the code, when play out in a closed and co-opted milieu, engender context of cognition. The design is over-encompassing and unputdownable. After all, it runs the universe; rather, it runs through the cosmos. Nothing can escape its code. The consciousness, the cognition and shades of reality; everything is algorithmic expression of the code. The magic, the mysticism and marvel emanate out of the intangible and imperceptible playing out of the design. Consciousnesses are the media of expressions of these intangible and imperceptible communications. The three-second magic and mysticism, the man and woman, the inexplicable situations, the precarious emotions, et al are all part of the design. Only a handful has the genius to unravel and decipher it. The enchantress and her black hole magicality is too powerfully intimidating for mediocre.

It is like, you have a box half full of nuts and bolts of different sizes and you oscillate the box in a rhythmic pattern. After sometime, you open the box and there is a probability that a nut and bolt shall be there attached to each other. The design makes it happen. We can say; the nut has the end size, which fits into the bolt with matching open circumference. We can also say; the bolt has the empty round space, which fits in the end of the nut. The reality is; there is a design between the two, which makes the probability of fitment possible.

However, even the two – the nuts and bolts, with perfect accommodative precision for fitment, may never get attached. This probability happens when they are in a box – close enough and in rebounding milieu, to have enough frequency of approaching each other. This probability is still weak; gets more accentuated only when the box the two are in – the close-co-opted milieu, is oscillated with a definite rhythm. Humans are surely no nuts and bolts; though, most often, they behave like that. Their consciousnesses are too complex and their milieus are too complicated. But, the design probably makes little distinction. The probabilities of a union; an attachment, is always subject to symbiotically complementing consciousnesses, the situations of milieus, oscillations, frequencies of rebounding, rhythms, et al.

Consciousness is only a media. Man and woman are just the media of the larger design. The causalities are the true protagonist of all reality, which a subjective consciousness perceives. The man and woman as media however are not merely objects. Their consciousnesses are individualistic expressions of their body-mind mechanisms and therefore, different men and women would react differently as per their personalized realities. Consciousness may be a media but every media has its message. Love and intimacy therefore is always mystical.

The design shall always play its causalities between man and woman and they will also react to it. This is inescapable. However, different men and women as distinct media; shall express it differently. The difference happens because each consciousness is somehow unique. Give a common script to ten different men and women as actors and they shall portray the character, as specified in common script, differently. However, none of the ten actors, men or women, would in any way go beyond the specific content and intent of the common script. Most men and women, as actors (media) of love and intimacy, seldom understand this dualism of media. They fail to see and accept that as media, there is a definitive freedom with the message but; there always is the restrictive space to maneuver. The design, the code, the script is the protagonist. Men and women are just the actors – some may be brilliant; most however are mediocre.

The genius of men and women can decipher the mysticism of the media of consciousness and therefore, it never accepts the veracity of an impulsive and precarious cognition, without processing it through the objectively logical mechanism of skepticism. Consciousness has the wherewithal to unravel the elements constituting a causality, which plays through the media to engender a specific cognition. If he is testing the elements; if he is taking initiatives to decipher the causalities of this three second cognition; he is just being what he is – a genius of aware self.

She is also not unaware of what he is doing. She however has to take no initiative. She just has to be her elemental best and everything shall unravel itself before her. She however, has taken her share of initiatives. The probabilities are in better command of excellence. Mediocrity squanders them and stupidly plays the victim-martyr card.

Next five days in the office is the theatre where the cosmos of probability plays out its script. The man and the woman are now already aware of the script. The enchantress, as the brilliant and authoritative director, is in optimum preparedness of everything – the milieu, the oscillations, the stage, the luminosity, the melodies, et al. The audience has already got the feel of the inevitability of a spectacular show ahead. The question however, in lingering uncertainty is – who shall be the lead actor? He has the artistry; she is art unto itself.

Intents of consciousness must never be expressed through mediocrity of languages. Often; deep, genuine and truthful intents of intimacy and mutuality are not only wasted by mediocre, even poor choice and expression of words; rather, they communicate just the inverse reality to the receiver. Innately, when consciousness is brimming with deep, genuine and truthful intents of intimacy, the subconscious mind states line up buckets full of linear vocabulary; many of them are only generic to the intent; only a few are specific to the eligibility of the situation. Naturally, the receiver of intent of intimacy feels precarious, miffed, even insulted. Better it is to let the bodies talk. The enchantress has her ways to make it happen…

In the five days in the office, they rarely talk. They are however in the same orbit; traversing close enough, to make each other notice the body languages. He can clearly receive the new inflection in her gait. The enchantress has facilitative ease with women as they have innate elements for artistic communication of subconscious intents. He notices a complete change in her dress and appearance. As if, she is intent to show him her deep nature; her garments look worn out but very simple. As if, the office is just the extension of her home, her outfits are casual; she is wearing no makeup, the hairstyle is disheveled and she is wearing no jewelry. The sole embellishment on her person is the light blue nail polish shade. It is the same he had offered to buy and she had accepted, when they were shopping together.

This probably was her specific message to him; she has only he in her mind and it is the only luminosity in her life. He cannot miss the message. She comes to him, seeks his palm and gently slips a mint candy. She withdraws her hand slowly so that he could see her newly done shiny nails.

He realizes; she has begun to inhabit the space, where he has so far been the sole dweller. She would gently sneak into his room and drink from his water bottle. He would suddenly notice her presence and would find her inches close to him. She would come, quietly adjust his shirt collar, take his wallet from his coat, take out some small notes, wave them before his eyes and go away. He looks up to confront her big eyes but it is always half closed, looking away from him. She knows, he can read, what she does not want him to. He is no stupid. The enchantress has scripted everything brilliant. She has already given a stellar performance. He has taken the cue. The consciousness is however battling not to respond the way the enchantress wants…

At the end of the five days, she has successfully embossed the cognition; she has been in possession with, on his consciousness. The enchantress knows; he desperately wants to hold her hands and hug her tight, never to let her go away. He is resisting it; the warrior in him is on the brink. He is aware; he is giving in but he cannot move away from her. First time in his life, he is experiencing the unknowable; the inexplicable.

It’s a strange but pleasurable feeling. He senses; his consciousness has shifted out of his body and mind. As if, he is witnessing himself from a short distance. He feels weightlessness inside. The enchantress has absorbed his cognition to the pointed-ness of the finality. He can feel the sense of external world shrinking down and zooming into a singular dot of her aura. But, the consciousness is a warrior. The enchantress has to wait. He cannot lose it to causalities. He cannot be restricted to a script. He shall stage his own show of brilliance.