The Staircase


Crispy cold July morning.
She is feels refreshed after a fun but tough gym workout session.

Maria has a few errands to run this morning at the mall.She parks her car at her usual spot and muses at herself for being such a creature of habit. She gives the usual salutations to the security guard at the security check. The guard smiles, rummages through her handbag and gives Maria clearance to continue into the mall.

It’s quite busy for a Monday morning. It is the long school holidays. It all makes sense. She thinks to herself.

Normally she takes the elevator, but today she decides to break routine and take the stairs down to ground floor.As she descends the stairs, she can’t help but notice two ladies staring at the elevator. One lady is a young European lady dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked in some tight blue jeans with brown boots. The other lady is a middle aged African lady with a short haircut dressed in a floral shift dress with black tights and black boots. Both carry designer handbags on their right hand forearm.

As she takes the last step, she realizes they are not staring at the elevator. They are blatantly openly staring at a man in front of them as he presses the elevator buttons (even though they had been pressed before ).

They said curiosity killed the cat and dissatisfaction brought it back. She is curious to see what would mesmerize them so.

Her attention is now on the man. He has a tall athletic built. Smooth dark skin. He is dressed in a fitting white t-shirt, slim blue jeans and brown leather sandals. He wears glasses and is well groomed.

She wonders what would make this two ladies gawk like this…and then he turns his head to left …and she begins to understand why……….
He brings a bar of dark chocolate slowly towards his mouth. She can’t help but notice the well toned arms. He bites into it with such relish. He closes his eyes as he savors the taste of the chocolate.Maria chuckles and shakes her head because she have never seen a grown man openly exhibit such feelings towards chocolate. This is so Alejandro…she thinks to herself.

The European lady shifts her legs around and mutters loudly ” would this lift get here already “…Maria is now about to burst out laughing because they can take the stairs if they wanted to.He turns slowly , smiles , exposing neat white teeth, and responds ever so calmly ” I know right”…and continues to get another bite of the chocolate.
The African lady drops her phone. She quickly picks it up and attempts to make a call.

Maria thinks to herself , this is the moment you either become a zombie and wait for the lift even though you don’t need to use it or take a step forward into the rest of the day.

She chooses the latter smiling away into her day.

We are our choices – J.P. Sartre

Choices are the hinges of destiny – Edwin Markham

Broken Chords in Her Symphony

The late afternoon sun spilled all over his beautiful tall self. He stood there, like a soldier, holding the gate open for her to drive through. Their eyes locked and in that second so much was spoken.

She smiled back nervously.
The sadness in his eyes confirmed it all. This would be the last time they see each other.
And yet there was a glimmer of hope when she slowed down to whisper “Bye”.

Her leg shook nervously as she stepped on the brakes. Her heart raced. It hurt too much. This is not how she had ever imagined things would end or change. She wasn’t through yet. She needed more of this connection. Every part of her screamed, “Turn back!!”

Slowly she accelerated. Through the rear view mirror she watched him. He just stood there. Watching. Alone. Tears swelled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

She pressed forward.

A gush of wind blew dried leaves across the road into the air, as though to confirm to her the change of season.

She turned up the car radio to distract her mind , more like her heart.
Their song was playing midway…………..

Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose – Yoda

Photo by James Jay

Flamingo Pink Scarf


1200 Hours.

I land a good parking spot in the Valet parking area.

I am running a bit late to get to the bank and sort a few payments.

I put down the sun visor to check that my make up and hair are in order. Give myself a wink and step out of my car.

A sweet spicy musky fragrance in the air pleasantly surprises my senses as I lock my car and run my hands over my dress to straighten it. For a moment, I imagine I am relaxing under an ArabicĀ  tent pitched next to a huge pool that seems to end in the ocean before me, as I sip my ice tea with passion juice and the ocean breeze soothes my skin.

The source of the fragrance is the car I have parked next to. The back passenger windows are slightly open, enough to just let in some fresh air. There is movement inside. Very delicate slender perfectly manicured fingers typing away on a expensive phone. She is seated back left wearing dark round sunglasses. She dons a beautiful flamingo pink silk scarf on her head. Her phone rings. She speaks ever so calmly giving instructions to the caller.

She is now aware of me. Her posture stiffens. She puts up the the very darkly tinted window. That is my que back to my reality. As I head towards the security check point , I look back to where my car is parked. Her window is lowered again and she is watching me as she pats her pink scarf gently back in place.

I smile and wave at her.

The beauty of the world lies in the diversity of its people – Unknown

Photography :- PINK by atmospherepix


The Rain

It is raining. 
I am cold and tired. I watch the raindrops slip down the window. I envy them. They are free in their purpose.

I slowly turn back to look at you. Your temple is sweaty and veins are popping out. The disappointment in your eyes, let alone your animated hands plunges the hurt deeper into my heart.  I hear your voice,  your beautiful sexy raspy voice , but I don’t listen to what you are saying because my heart ,my heart can’t take it anymore.

For a fleeting moment our eyes meet and I see the warmth of love and then your eyes harden again. You run your hands through your hair. Beautiful long strong hands. How I long to be embraced in your arms.

I wonder to myself is this it?  It dawns on me that passion is either way. You hunch over. Silence. Silence so loud my head can’t take it anymore.

I hold myself tight. To feel warmer. To feel less exposed. To feel stronger.

The rain pour pounds heavier , louder, harder and heavier against the window. My heart is heavy. I  watch as the rain drops glide faster down the window pane.I relax into the calm chaos of the gliding raindrops. I close my eyes and lose myself to the sound of the rain outside. Such peace. Such calm.

Silence. Heavy rain pour.

I don’t know how long I am in this moment. Ever so gently you embrace me. Warm ,musky, fresh, and woody minerals. I lose myself deeper into your embrace. 

You softly whisper close by my ear..I forgive you……

Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you – Colossians 3:13 NIV

Forgiveness is choosing to love. It is the first skill of self-giving love – MK Ghandi

Photo by  Webneel