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Pond Master 20 (II)
Nadir continues...:
When Mitra a few minutes later returned, she had a bottle of cold, sunset-
coloured bottle of wine and two glasses with her.
“Get up, let us climb the rocks. The sunset looks up there lovely.", she said.
I took the bottle, and we climbed the rocks up.
There was a sandy path between rocks that were not so steep and so we soon
reached the top.
We sat down on the rocks, and I poured wine into glasses, she looked at me and
said "Cheers, but you have to drink the rest, I have to drive," she said and took
a sip from her glass.
I took a sip too.
We looked at the sky and the last golden rays of the sun and the red, golden
colour of some small clouds in the distance of the horizon.
All you could hear was the silence and the waves crashing against the rocks.
Mitra whispered, "Isn't it heavenly, Nadir?".
I had to agree, it was a beautiful sunset.
"Almost as pretty as you." I spoke.
She smiled and said thank you, kissing me on the cheek quickly.
the air was very clear, and the breeze kissed my cheeks the whole time.
I looked at the sea and watched the waves fighting with the rocks below. It wasn't
far from me. 5-6 meters deep.
For a moment I focused on the waves and how they beat and break apart, I saw
clearly the millions of drops in the light of the moon in the air, which shone for a
fraction of a second, then I looked at the millions of drops that break in seconds,
rise and jump into the air and then find their way back to their mother, sea.
I was one of them and then I saw another drop, Meena who met me and then in a
split second, we separated and then she met drops Mansour and then Jalal....
and I met drop Mitra for another split second and in the end we all disappeared
into the mother sea, our universe....
I couldn't hold back; I started to cry like a child who has lost its mother...
The tears made my cheeks, my face, wet. I was shaking all over and at the same
time felt pressure in my neck and chest, and then saw a vast light on the
horizon...
Mitra noticed this at one and hugged me tightly and started to cry with me...
"Calm down, calm down, my baby, calm down, I'm crying for you..."
After about five minutes, the world was healed. The stars were incredibly bright
and clear, and so were my thoughts.
Mitra still held me in her arms and stroked my back and hair. We were both calm.
But the sea and the waves were not...
"I have to go, you strange, rare man..." she whispered and smiled to me.
"Can I leave you alone?" She asked.
There was a moment of silence.
Then I said calmly, “Can you stay a little longer? I mean, if you don't mind, you
can stay with me in my suit. I have a big bedroom and living room, I'm alone...”
"Are you scared, my baby??" She asked.
“Scared? Yes, I am... I'll be very calm, I promise, you don't need to worry...” I said.
"You are so sweet Nadir", "really a rare personality,"
"You are really a rare personality, I think you're right, I'd rather drink some wine
and stay at your place but first you have to open your heart to me, here have
another glass of wine, opens your mind more,".
I took a sip of wine and told her my story. From beginning, and showed her a
photo of Meena and spoke about the years and the last week and my mental
condition and my search for healing.
I guess, I talked for at least two hours and Mitra listened patiently.
I spoke about how we met, in the early years, our marriage, Meena's
blackmailing by Mansour, our later games and finally about the last days.
I wanted to feel me free, free from sadness, but that made me sadder as the
story went on.
Then when I finished, she turned to me and said, "A strange story, you really
belong to the last century, you should even go back 2 or 3 centuries,", ", and
about your wife, Meena, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen
in my life."
", you are at least as pretty as she is," I said.
"Nonsense,", she laughed, and after a short pause while thinking, she asked "Is
she important for you? I mean do you care about her and her life? "
"I don’t know, not that I don't care but I am not sure," the words floated from my lips
and my heart struggled to believe them.
"I needed to get to the core of the issue, and I can't do that if I stayed at home!" I said
sadly.
"But she didn’t cheat on you, Nadir! How can you even stand the sight of yourself
when you claim such a thing?" Mitra countered.
"I don't know that for sure." I insisted.
"Nadir, you can't be so blind and selfish,", "You should be grateful that firstly I like you
and secondly that I'm drunk, otherwise I would have said go to hell with your
ridiculous arguments!" She was very clear with her opinion! "There are people who,
if you treat them the way you treated her, will send you away and never want to
see you again, that's for sure, me for example!"
"I don't know Mitra...", I insisted.
"What does your heart say?", she asked.
"That's the problem. My heart loves her. We've been together for so many years. We
were enough for each other and we love each other, that is for sure, but... " I replied.
"I'm human and like any other man or woman, I enjoy attention from others at times,
but Meena is more than enough woman for me. I thought that about her too…".
"I have something really important to tell you,", she said. "Can I go on?"
"Yes, please, " I said.
"I know this feeling Nadir, you are still confused and muddled up by the realities you
have experienced,", ", but there are also some truths that you need to see first and
more, bear in mind, can I go on? Are you ready to heat the truth? The naked truth?"
She asked.
I glanced at her face. I was ready at this moment to hear everyrthing, at least in my
opinion I was right, so I had no reasons to say no. I agreed.
"First of all, no matter what happened, you have no right to treat someone like that,
sorry, but accept that, you have no right to handle like that, ","Second truth and most
importantly; You love her, and then comes what your heart says: you know that she
is right when she says she is not the only one to blame, perhaps the main guilty one
in the story of your relationship, as you told me, is you, Nadir!", "I like you very much
Nair and I don't know your Meena, but I don't want you to ruin your life because of
your personal mistakes."
Then Mitra stopped and then after thinking for a moment said, "This is the difference
between our reactions is that I saved my life, but you are ruining your life,", ", now
don't say anything, hug me and we go sleeping, tomorrow go back to your heart."
"But before we go back, do you want to open your heart to me too?", I asked
Carefully.
"Isn't it late for a new story?" ,she said.
"I have time and I am curious if you don't mind,"
"No, no, if you're interested, please,".
And then, she spoke …
… She is 39 years old, a lawyer in the service of the Ministry of Justice. she had
a son, 17 years old who lives with his father, and she hadn’t seen him since one
year, she lives in the city where we live and she is divorced since one year, she
had a happy family and was married for 18 years until a year ago when she
experienced a shock.
She caught her husband, with whom she had been happy since she was
seventeen years old, while cheating.
He had sex with his own sister, who was three years older than him and was also
married.
He later admitted that the two siblings had been lovers since they were teenagers
and met regularly. He was last year 44 uand his sister was 47 years old!
Mitra got divorced straight away and has been living alone since then, not even
far from us in the city.
She doesn't even want to see her own son anymore because he looks exactly
like his father and he doesn't know about it and thinks his mother had an affair
and divorced his father.
She doesn't want to say anything to him either. She would rather forget her last
twenty years.
After she told her story, we didn't speak for minutes, just watched the sea, then
she turned to me and said, "I'm healed, Nadir, the sea healed me exactly six
months ago, right here and exactly like you just experienced it, the
enlightenment... "
"We have to go to sleep now, the wine is finished! ", she continued,
", but just one thing, I like you, in a few short hours I got to know you and grew to
love you, but...but...", “I haven't had a man for more than a year and I don't want
one either, Nadir, I have to be honest with you because I don't want to disappoint
you... I do not want to have sex if you're into it... Please understand me, I can
not, not yet...”, "If it's okay with you, then we'll go to your place... Otherwise I'll
leave, regardless of whether I've am drunk or not..."
"Who do you think I am, Mitra? Do you think I'm going to take you to my room
to... My God...".
Then we got up. But before we went down the rocks, she hugged me again and
whispered in my ear, "Please Nadir, go back to her, you are two of the good kind,
two drops that only came together by chance for a fraction of time somewhere in
the universe, find yourselves together again, you must not leave your love alone
or sacrifice it,"...
When we got to the hotel, I got another bottle of red wine from my fridge, we sat
in the living room of the suit, we talked. Silence. Talked again…
About life. About the future. About gratitude. About Meena and me, and about
what the sea meant to us and spoke to us...
About how we humans have become degenerated creatures.
We could use what nature and existence, without asking for anything in return,
has given us, for our enjoyment and pleasure: “the "drop of being" state”.
We could consciously use this state that we have been given for a fraction of a
second and simply see a beautiful sunset, hear birds singing and an andante by
Mozart, smell a wild rose, taste a drop of honey, and touch the tender skin of a
woman's breast before we have to find our ways back to Mother Sea.
But we don't see, don't hear, don't smell, don't taste and don't touch. We have
complicated everything, life itself, all our sensations have become artificial and
complicated. Instead of sensing and feeling, we prefer to look into boxes, big
boxes and small boxes, and let's call that life and being human. We even want
joy and pleasure to be served packed in a box.
We complicate our natural feelings and instincts, we complicate our relationships,
our dealings with the environment and even our sex. We are just terrible
creatures that father nature and mother sea cannot be proud of us, on the
contrary, they are surely ashamed of us...
End of Chapter "Pond Master"
The story goes on, soon...
Nadir continues...:
When Mitra a few minutes later returned, she had a bottle of cold, sunset-
coloured bottle of wine and two glasses with her.
“Get up, let us climb the rocks. The sunset looks up there lovely.", she said.
I took the bottle, and we climbed the rocks up.
There was a sandy path between rocks that were not so steep and so we soon
reached the top.
We sat down on the rocks, and I poured wine into glasses, she looked at me and
said "Cheers, but you have to drink the rest, I have to drive," she said and took
a sip from her glass.
I took a sip too.
We looked at the sky and the last golden rays of the sun and the red, golden
colour of some small clouds in the distance of the horizon.
All you could hear was the silence and the waves crashing against the rocks.
Mitra whispered, "Isn't it heavenly, Nadir?".
I had to agree, it was a beautiful sunset.
"Almost as pretty as you." I spoke.
She smiled and said thank you, kissing me on the cheek quickly.
the air was very clear, and the breeze kissed my cheeks the whole time.
I looked at the sea and watched the waves fighting with the rocks below. It wasn't
far from me. 5-6 meters deep.
For a moment I focused on the waves and how they beat and break apart, I saw
clearly the millions of drops in the light of the moon in the air, which shone for a
fraction of a second, then I looked at the millions of drops that break in seconds,
rise and jump into the air and then find their way back to their mother, sea.
I was one of them and then I saw another drop, Meena who met me and then in a
split second, we separated and then she met drops Mansour and then Jalal....
and I met drop Mitra for another split second and in the end we all disappeared
into the mother sea, our universe....
I couldn't hold back; I started to cry like a child who has lost its mother...
The tears made my cheeks, my face, wet. I was shaking all over and at the same
time felt pressure in my neck and chest, and then saw a vast light on the
horizon...
Mitra noticed this at one and hugged me tightly and started to cry with me...
"Calm down, calm down, my baby, calm down, I'm crying for you..."
After about five minutes, the world was healed. The stars were incredibly bright
and clear, and so were my thoughts.
Mitra still held me in her arms and stroked my back and hair. We were both calm.
But the sea and the waves were not...
"I have to go, you strange, rare man..." she whispered and smiled to me.
"Can I leave you alone?" She asked.
There was a moment of silence.
Then I said calmly, “Can you stay a little longer? I mean, if you don't mind, you
can stay with me in my suit. I have a big bedroom and living room, I'm alone...”
"Are you scared, my baby??" She asked.
“Scared? Yes, I am... I'll be very calm, I promise, you don't need to worry...” I said.
"You are so sweet Nadir", "really a rare personality,"
"You are really a rare personality, I think you're right, I'd rather drink some wine
and stay at your place but first you have to open your heart to me, here have
another glass of wine, opens your mind more,".
I took a sip of wine and told her my story. From beginning, and showed her a
photo of Meena and spoke about the years and the last week and my mental
condition and my search for healing.
I guess, I talked for at least two hours and Mitra listened patiently.
I spoke about how we met, in the early years, our marriage, Meena's
blackmailing by Mansour, our later games and finally about the last days.
I wanted to feel me free, free from sadness, but that made me sadder as the
story went on.
Then when I finished, she turned to me and said, "A strange story, you really
belong to the last century, you should even go back 2 or 3 centuries,", ", and
about your wife, Meena, she is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen
in my life."
", you are at least as pretty as she is," I said.
"Nonsense,", she laughed, and after a short pause while thinking, she asked "Is
she important for you? I mean do you care about her and her life? "
"I don’t know, not that I don't care but I am not sure," the words floated from my lips
and my heart struggled to believe them.
"I needed to get to the core of the issue, and I can't do that if I stayed at home!" I said
sadly.
"But she didn’t cheat on you, Nadir! How can you even stand the sight of yourself
when you claim such a thing?" Mitra countered.
"I don't know that for sure." I insisted.
"Nadir, you can't be so blind and selfish,", "You should be grateful that firstly I like you
and secondly that I'm drunk, otherwise I would have said go to hell with your
ridiculous arguments!" She was very clear with her opinion! "There are people who,
if you treat them the way you treated her, will send you away and never want to
see you again, that's for sure, me for example!"
"I don't know Mitra...", I insisted.
"What does your heart say?", she asked.
"That's the problem. My heart loves her. We've been together for so many years. We
were enough for each other and we love each other, that is for sure, but... " I replied.
"I'm human and like any other man or woman, I enjoy attention from others at times,
but Meena is more than enough woman for me. I thought that about her too…".
"I have something really important to tell you,", she said. "Can I go on?"
"Yes, please, " I said.
"I know this feeling Nadir, you are still confused and muddled up by the realities you
have experienced,", ", but there are also some truths that you need to see first and
more, bear in mind, can I go on? Are you ready to heat the truth? The naked truth?"
She asked.
I glanced at her face. I was ready at this moment to hear everyrthing, at least in my
opinion I was right, so I had no reasons to say no. I agreed.
"First of all, no matter what happened, you have no right to treat someone like that,
sorry, but accept that, you have no right to handle like that, ","Second truth and most
importantly; You love her, and then comes what your heart says: you know that she
is right when she says she is not the only one to blame, perhaps the main guilty one
in the story of your relationship, as you told me, is you, Nadir!", "I like you very much
Nair and I don't know your Meena, but I don't want you to ruin your life because of
your personal mistakes."
Then Mitra stopped and then after thinking for a moment said, "This is the difference
between our reactions is that I saved my life, but you are ruining your life,", ", now
don't say anything, hug me and we go sleeping, tomorrow go back to your heart."
"But before we go back, do you want to open your heart to me too?", I asked
Carefully.
"Isn't it late for a new story?" ,she said.
"I have time and I am curious if you don't mind,"
"No, no, if you're interested, please,".
And then, she spoke …
… She is 39 years old, a lawyer in the service of the Ministry of Justice. she had
a son, 17 years old who lives with his father, and she hadn’t seen him since one
year, she lives in the city where we live and she is divorced since one year, she
had a happy family and was married for 18 years until a year ago when she
experienced a shock.
She caught her husband, with whom she had been happy since she was
seventeen years old, while cheating.
He had sex with his own sister, who was three years older than him and was also
married.
He later admitted that the two siblings had been lovers since they were teenagers
and met regularly. He was last year 44 uand his sister was 47 years old!
Mitra got divorced straight away and has been living alone since then, not even
far from us in the city.
She doesn't even want to see her own son anymore because he looks exactly
like his father and he doesn't know about it and thinks his mother had an affair
and divorced his father.
She doesn't want to say anything to him either. She would rather forget her last
twenty years.
After she told her story, we didn't speak for minutes, just watched the sea, then
she turned to me and said, "I'm healed, Nadir, the sea healed me exactly six
months ago, right here and exactly like you just experienced it, the
enlightenment... "
"We have to go to sleep now, the wine is finished! ", she continued,
", but just one thing, I like you, in a few short hours I got to know you and grew to
love you, but...but...", “I haven't had a man for more than a year and I don't want
one either, Nadir, I have to be honest with you because I don't want to disappoint
you... I do not want to have sex if you're into it... Please understand me, I can
not, not yet...”, "If it's okay with you, then we'll go to your place... Otherwise I'll
leave, regardless of whether I've am drunk or not..."
"Who do you think I am, Mitra? Do you think I'm going to take you to my room
to... My God...".
Then we got up. But before we went down the rocks, she hugged me again and
whispered in my ear, "Please Nadir, go back to her, you are two of the good kind,
two drops that only came together by chance for a fraction of time somewhere in
the universe, find yourselves together again, you must not leave your love alone
or sacrifice it,"...
When we got to the hotel, I got another bottle of red wine from my fridge, we sat
in the living room of the suit, we talked. Silence. Talked again…
About life. About the future. About gratitude. About Meena and me, and about
what the sea meant to us and spoke to us...
About how we humans have become degenerated creatures.
We could use what nature and existence, without asking for anything in return,
has given us, for our enjoyment and pleasure: “the "drop of being" state”.
We could consciously use this state that we have been given for a fraction of a
second and simply see a beautiful sunset, hear birds singing and an andante by
Mozart, smell a wild rose, taste a drop of honey, and touch the tender skin of a
woman's breast before we have to find our ways back to Mother Sea.
But we don't see, don't hear, don't smell, don't taste and don't touch. We have
complicated everything, life itself, all our sensations have become artificial and
complicated. Instead of sensing and feeling, we prefer to look into boxes, big
boxes and small boxes, and let's call that life and being human. We even want
joy and pleasure to be served packed in a box.
We complicate our natural feelings and instincts, we complicate our relationships,
our dealings with the environment and even our sex. We are just terrible
creatures that father nature and mother sea cannot be proud of us, on the
contrary, they are surely ashamed of us...
End of Chapter "Pond Master"
The story goes on, soon...
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