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You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die

You get old and you realize there are no answers, just stories. Garrison Keillor

My company is a medium-sized but has grown through (peaceful) acquisitions, so we have branches and offices in multiple cities in EU. Last month I was invited to the party, we won some kind of a big deal in China. Yay! It was very fun (lavish affair) and it also helped me feel like part of the team, since I had never met most of my co-workers in person before. Just imagine: huge house, DJ’s playing whatever is cool, food and drinks are awesome. But then…I saw the woman on the balcony, with a book.

On the balcony.

“I love intelligent women,” – started quick conversation with the bottle of Don Perignon in my hand.

“I’m not a woman,” – she looked at the sky.

The moon shone brightly. It was perfect in its beauty yet imperfect at the same time. The Moon on the one end and a dark mysterious Stranger on the other.

“But I hope you ain’t a man either…haha” – the voice trembled a little.

I can feel a fear in your voice, Don Cute. Let me send you a pitysmile.

“I am Gnana Yogini,” – she said smiling.

OKAAAAAYYYYY. You have to say something. Silence doesn’t help much in such cases.

“You aren’t a body or a gender or an intellect or your job or your society, or your nation. You are…” – she looked very determinated to continue. Almost passionate.

“Am I a human at all?” – taunted a bit.

Yeah, dude. I see you. Expecting to stretch out my boobs for you? Well, you might look like an idol from the silver screen, but I have to spoil your Perignon-fantasy.

“We can’t identify ourselves with anything. Even with age. If we do it is the end of our journey. And we don’t want come to the end that quickly, or do we?” 

Bullshit. Just grab that arse. Be a man! She is out there somewhere and waiting.

“So who the f..k are you?”

Did I say it out loud????

“Haha. Maybe pull that one brain cell you have left and figure it out. Oh, what…I mean, go ahead, ask me again.”

I’m usually very nice person but some girls are just dont go along with the program!

“No, I don’t want to ask anything. I’m just enjoying the view…”

“I’ll tell you anyway. I am an Universal Soul, the Absolute Being. Even death can’t take it from me.”

Nine. One. One. Shut your mouth. Go out slowly. Dial it. 911.

The moon still shone.
On the way out I met my co-worker Ted.

“How are you doing? Freaking awesome bash! How was a chat?” – he sent me a wink.

“Sick. Do you know her?” – I don’t know why but I wasn’t surprised. 

“Of course. She’s the wife of our boss. What’s wrong with her?” – the wink  got down to the mouth and transformed into drunk sleazy smile. 

“Everything, man. I mean E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G…And hey, don’t worry. She doesn’t need our help.”

I watched his back rushing to the balcony door. To meet an Universal Soul.

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raynotbradbury

Living in Sweden/Born in USSR. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

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