Enchantress - Santosh Jha (the gingerbread man read aloud .txt) 📗

Her first reaction is that of confusion. Where is the need to switch the job? He is doing so well and so well respected in his current job. Seconds later, she turns sad. She thinks, she has just begun to feel so happy with him in the office and he is planning to leave. Thoughts come like a flash to her. Suddenly, she lights up. Oh! He is planning to move me too with him to the new place and that is why he wants me to come over and discuss it. She is so sure of her place in his life now. She accepts; they are together applying for new job. She promptly replies to him that she will come over to his place after breakfast.

Two hours later, he makes her dump all her apprehensions. He opens the door of his apartment, takes her hand and takes her in. Holding her hand, he moves to kitchen and makes coffee for both. She asks him about the details of the new position but he says nothing. He is not leaving her hand and only smiling. On the dining table, he sits her next to him; takes out a small bowl. From a spoon, he feeds her. She nods in approval. He tells her, he has made this sweet dish especially for her as she is entering his home first time. He tells her, they will talk about the topic she has been invited for after they finish coffee. In the meanwhile, he takes her hand again and tours her to different rooms of the flat.

After the coffee is finished, they move to the living room and sit face to face on the carpet. He lines up cushions around her to make her comfortable. She receives the message clear. His intents have never gone unnoticed; she rather relishes them. He takes a deep breath, looks for a few seconds in her eyes and then, he starts. He hasn’t rehearsed anything. But he knows how he has to deliver what he has planned to. He is confident about himself; more about her, otherwise, he would not have even dared to think of, what he is about to do; not only hoping but sure to carry out successfully.

‘There is so much common between us’, he begins in low, sedate voice; not looking at her. ‘There may be many things uncommon too. As we journey together, we shall discover each other. However, one thing we began with and what has defined our togetherness so far is the commonality of innocence. This I am sure is the element, which creates our success together whenever we do things in partnership.’

She is about to say something in affirmation but stops as he inches close to her, takes her right hand in his left and closes it with his right hand on top of it. The oscillating sensation in her spine anyway melts her words. He continues…

‘Goodness is the most precarious probability. Probably, goodness is so holistic that it is not even available to an individual enterprise. When people are in assimilative partnership, the probabilities however, are emboldened. The parts add up and together, the parts evolve, catalyzing each other to build up on the holism of goodness. The innocence of parts; somehow is the hugely facilitative and galvanizing element of this enterprise. Optimality has this tested mechanism and process; I think, you may agree on this.’

She probably cannot say anything but nod in affirmative. She is split and her thoughts are journeying in three different directions. One, she is thinking of her mother, who yesterday was telling her something about goodness and now he is talking of the same. Second, she is trying to make out what he is leading her to. She is not sure. Third, she still has this lingering apprehension about his possible job change and as he is not talking about it, she is feeling unsettled. Her silence and prompt nod in affirmation is the most appropriate option for the present as it shall take her to what next he has to say. She is all ears.

Her big eyes are such open window of her mind; it speaks everything. He has read everything and therefore changes his plan a bit. He lifts her face and stares deep into it. He knows, in days to come, these twin wonders shall be his best treasures. She is oblivious of everything and widens her eyes more, in anticipation of what unexpected might come her way. He continues…

‘I am applying for a position I want most in my life but I also know very well that I am not good enough; or at best just okay, that too only in parts. I am applying for the most coveted position of being your husband. As currently, I am not fully qualified; I want you to consider me as apprentice for at least six months. If I evolve to be good enough, of course in partnership with you; you can induct me for the life-long job. If not, the…’

He cannot finish his sentence as she pulls out her hand, rises on her knees and grabs the collar of his shirt. She is a magic at her brilliant best…

‘No… No…! This is not possible. I am not taking any temporary thing. I appoint you right now and it is a full time permanent job for life,’ she says it, like a child who is irritated by a proposition. He tries to take her hand and make her calm but she is not taking anything. Her entire body is shaking and finally, she lets her fall on him. He has no choice to take her in his deep embrace. She hugs him tight too. She has waited for this moment; he had never imagined it would be like that. The fruition of finality is so perfectly attuned to consummation of nothingness; it stops the time and space. The enchantress has ensured; as the marriage has happened, cosmos stands still to witness…

He lifts her up, even as she remains curled up in his clasp. He takes her to the bed room and they remain hugged for an hour on the bed. It takes a man good amount of time to adjust to the awkwardness of the familiarity of unfettered intimacy with a woman. Men usually are so stupidly sure about themselves; not the others, especially a woman. The woman probably is natural; innately in perfect acceptance of the intimacy with her man. By design, it is therefore the discretion of the woman to melt the discomfiture out of the intimacy enterprise. When the woman sets the choreography of ballet of body swing and sway in intimacy; the man has the rare occasion of life to feel arrogance, and; still be unapologetic about it.

She knows; it has happened! She is elated; the potential is already in her womb. He shall father the probabilities and she shall mother the purpose. He shall father her attainments and she shall mother his aspirations. Together, they shall raise, nurture and flourish the family of propitious prosperity. She is already a step ahead of the moment and in total absorption of the fruition of pointed-ness of merged assimilation.

He tries to say something. He is fulfilled too; already in celebration of the pulsating affluence he is holding close to his chest. Yet, he wants to tell her something his humility is prompting him to. She is not willing. Every time he tries to speak, she smothers his mouth with her soft stretched lips. He has lost the count of the kisses she has showered all over his face. He cannot help but lose his thoughts as she makes her body unleash such magic and marvel; he has never ever imagined could be a possibility for perceptional reception. Only the enchantress knows, when the big bang happens, the cosmos of possibilities are created. The causalities begin to form; the elements rush in to align for creation of particles for Reality. The algorithms begin to take shape and consciousnesses enter the wonderland of novel, unforeseen and inexplicable cognitions…

… the big bang has happened; the marriage is being consummated, the potential is well seeded in the womb, the parentage is shaping up and; the luminosity and acoustics of the moment are still too pronounced to allow anything else. The talk between the husband and wife can wait; it shall happen; as and when the enormity of the magnanimity of the moment shall attenuate.

An hour later, he manages to settle her for a talk. She is comfortable enough in his arms and he gently combs her long untied tresses, occasionally kissing her big closed eyes. As she lays absorbing his scent, shoving her face gently on his chest, he feels; it is the right time to say what he wished to.

‘My dream, you know; worthiness is not created overnight. It takes huge amount of persevered practice of sustained excellence to build up on goodness. You are so precious, so worthy of only the best and I know, I have nothing to match you; no preparation to have you in my life. That is why I wanted to have six month’s time to ready myself. It is now a challenge for both of us. I shall always need you to create the worth and utility that we shall need in our relationship.’

It is time for her to speak. It is always a woman’s prerogative to settle in sanity and system in a process. She gently moves slightly away, rolls him over and then moves up on top of him; her face just inches above his. The bride moment she has imbibed fully and the wife now takes over. She shall seal the deal. The husband anyway has no choice. He is too joyously overwhelmed by the beautiful weight of his destiny on top of him.

‘Nothing has worth and value in life. There is no utility at one point of time, which one may not regret as worst futility at later stage of life. What has singular worth and lasting utility is what we are at, right now. It is our togetherness; this partnership of the intelligence of innocence, which is the sole goodness. As you said, we shall create all goodness together, in continued partnership. The husband and wife together and in innocent assimilation form the parentage of all goodness. My worth, your worth does not matter anymore. We are married now. I am now a whole new potential as you are now my complementing consciousness. You shall always find me to be the same. No attainment is beyond our integrated potential. The best has already happened to us; the journey ahead together shall only evolve it better.’

‘But my dear wife, you don’t know; your husband is a big stupid. How can you be sure that he would be any good in complementing the potentials and goodness?’

‘My stupid husband, I have big eyes. I can see. I am a woman and it naturally qualifies me to see loads of stupidities in people. I know, you are a good cook. How you know when the rice is cooked and ready? You don’t even have to look at it. From the aroma you can say. The cooked rice has specific scent. You can also decipher the difference between a raw consciousness and a well cooked one. The evolved and enlightened consciousness has a distinguishable and specific fragrance. This fragrance is embedded in its cognition. The cognition gets this essence of maturity from the long and persevered journey of consciousness into the multiverse of knowledge. It is not very tough to diagnose all these. A drop of blood tells a pathologist a million facts about a person’s wellness. A woman, especially a genius pathologist like your dear wife knows it all.’

‘…hmm! So, the potential in our marriage is about a stupid chef partnering with a genius pathologist?’

‘No, it is just one tiny aspect of the colossal partnership.