Chapter 6

Next day morning, I woke up with a bad hangover,
Felt a gloomy heaviness in my head.
Took a hour to return to what happened the last night. After she left, I gulped down 3, 4 pegs rewinding that scene again and again in my head, then left home and passed out on my bed.


Finally, I stood up to remove my jeans and slipped my hand into the right back pocket to remove my handkerchief, is when I sensed a folded paper in the pocket.
I pulled it out, the first fold read "Maya" with a black lipstick. I was astounded.
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"She was Maya, my spiritual high... She had touched me in the most untouched ways...

I was a naked person, By my desire, my words, even the way I look at you
I'm a lustful, desirous person"

(These were lines from my own poems, however, I continued reading.)

I'd seen the way you looked at me on that day, my first time in the open mic. You weren't a handsome, lean, or the perfect guy.
But your eyes, they kept haunting me.
I have not seen that kind of pain or that kind of depth in anyone's eyes.
I'm allured by the pain in you. Your melancholic eyes. Dark brown.

But you, better not chase me. I'm a forest you don't want to enter, a deciduous forest - losing its leaves with time. Don't run behind me, for I'm the beginning of an end you don't want to choose. You will never get hold of Maya, she can't be tamed or touched. She is the pain you didn't wish for and the riddle you can't redeem
I will come to you the next time, you will never reach me. Don't try that number, would be a futile attempt.
Remember the bite, I will write more such stories.
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I was in a fix, mind fucked is the right word.
Who is she.?
A fangirl, or a lover, or an obsessed person.

I had to find it out, I had to meet this woman. A poet with so much mystery is intriguing.
This forbidden desire is more triggering, for a man will definitely tread the path he's warned about.
Such thoughts rambled round my head and I started looking at every instance like that of a hint or unnecessarily tried reading between the lines.
I started getting restless with every passing day, Because my only hope was the next open mic.
A month more to go...
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