Catching her behind the Curtain

After our date we return back to our hotel as it was too late. Obliviously, I don't want to assassinate my character in front of her. I don't want her to make her feel that I am hungry for her body. After her head shaving incident, I had got a big lesson. That is not to touch her scorpion sting element. We decided that we both will make a soft start so we headed right back to our hotel. We went to our room sharing our sweet goodnight kiss and hugs.

I went back to my room and put my tired body over my bed. I reminscence those moments under my palm and began spinning my head, our first visit which she took notice of and I didn't. My nerves and beacon of memories were turning into the back side of curtain, that window which I feel hostile to open.

9 year ago...

I was a freaking adult and I gather my all senses on my artistic duel and music was in my brain. I used to play various retro philosophical music and start dancing my fingers on the canvas. Nothing stops me. I blow out my inner volcano out letting the lavas of painting to amber more. I used to show my painting to me and my loneliness. The busy schedule of father, the counter interference of staff members and my schooling had transpired my inner disturbances into my painting. I used to visit art galleries and music training school so that I can see the wart in my own learning. Yes, I finally got the zest of her.

She in her golden polka cut dress, with her long lush hair with chimmering eyes like stranger used to sit beside me and gazes me for an hour to get my look back.

I used to say,"What's up stranger?" Although my naughty heart smiles in her cute attempt. She demurely apologises for her attempt and used to hung her head in akwardness.

I penance my art and she became a shady character at that time. I wanted to give focal direction to my art so I pay rate attention to her and that was the cause that I didn't ask her name. She was spontaneous in her art. She had done multiple paintings winning an accolades of many seniors winning their heart It's true that success brings down the lanes of enviety and jealousy and this innocent one was the victim of it.

But noone had ever thought that this bully and contriving will harm her life, her essence, her repertoire that will lead me to bring contempt on art subject. Yes, nightmare in her life was about to push her and transform her to this Rosa today. That little She will become a blob cut Rosa to shaved head Rosa.

to be continued...