A Lone Long Hair

A Lone long hair – where does it come from, I had no idea. But, obviously it had invoked my thoughts. It wasn’t the first time I had ever encountered single long hair, still it caught strings of my heart, as though it was something of a wonder. That night, when I entered my bedroom I switched on lights and thoughtfully glanced at neat and tidy bed. It was an unintended glance, though still carried a sense of morbidity. Along with eyes, body too suddenly felt burdened with tiredness and clothes. White cotton shirt on my torso reveal the monochromatic state of my heart and an old faded denim blue pair of jeans narrated the exhaustiveness of my life’s journey.

Slowly, I opened all buttons of the shirt and let it fall on floor, then took out jeans and dropped it at the spot where shirt had, as though had been preparing for a battle, and, wrapped a loincloth around my waist like a primitive. While staring at the discarded clothes, I sat down on my bed and stretched hands rearward. When I fall back and my back met bed I brought my hands forward to see them. There, somewhere in the right hand’s fingers I discovered a lone long hair tangled caused by its silky smooth curls. Its edge shone like a twinkling star due to light falling on from a very special angle. I marveled at its curly beauty. Being a dead long hair, it appeared so alive to me that it brought life to my dead emotions. I felt a bloom inside and with it the very obvious question – how it reached my lonely bed - just vanished. I didn’t even bother to relate it to some identity, since within I felt it belonged to me.

I turned around to glance at the corner from where it caught my fingers. It was a corner edge of the bed, where a veiled gap, between mattress and wooden platform, existed. It unveiled the memories of lost times. Her young face shone in that room exactly the way this lone long hair had. We were young and had a long life waiting to be lived before us. She sat on bed, wore nothing except my full-sleeved white shirt, with two buttons from the top wide-open affording way to bosoms, and had long open hairs like a twinkling night. In loincloth, I sat on a chair adjacent to study table, where around the typewriter white papers with black syllables scattered. Some of them bore, poems I wrote for her, some bore her sketch, some bore short stories depicting her mighty beauty that would even cause God to feel jealous. Room was filled with her aroma and our love. For the first time in life, I had understood and felt purity. In those moments, the room was the purest place in entire universe, where existed pure love and untouched aroma. Innocent smile, the only expression she wore around her lips and it reflected in the form of gleam in her dark eyes.

I stood up to touch her face. With one hand, gently grabbed long hairs at the back of her neck and with other I softly touched her left cheek. She closed eyes as though in surrender and waited with fairly open lips for my fingers, so that she could plant a kiss on its tips. Slowly, my other hand slide down to her slim waist and soon the hand on her cheek joined it. As soon as our lips melt in, I gently pressed her waist by thumps at either side just to find ourselves tangled. Love rained like never before. Never ever in any corner of universe, the souls met each other the way ours met in those moments. With folded eyes, I watched her melting in me, taking my passion to the heights I ever imagined.

Eventually, I opened my eyes just to find myself alone in my bed while that lone long hair still held on to my fingers just to glint more. I felt as though I didn’t sleep nevertheless, lived those moments. Tiredness persisted in me but eyes felt no burden. With lone long hair in my fingers, I stood up and walked up to the dressing mirror. There, I saw it to its length while taking notice of its shade at different length. Inside the mirror, I found her sitting on my bed, smiling at me, wearing my white cotton shirt, which, last night, I left on the floor, and laughing out at my grey short hairs.

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