November.

With a glass of wine, and two empty bottles of Blanc at my table, I was sitting alone at this pub where I met her. The soft jazz, which helped my exhausted mind to rest, still lingers as my heart still tries to dance with melody. A spell of rain and chilly winds made it an imperfect day but it suited my state of mind. Zeus, was perhaps depressed and the weather reflected his mood. I too was unhappy. The paper works took a toll on my state of mind and therefore I was there, sitting and drinking to my heart’s content.

I remember she was dressed in red, as she danced to the wicked tunes of the saxophone, which carried an enchanting spell. A spell which caught the eye of the whole pub and she, the girl in red, was it’s caster. Her movements were intoxicating, and an eye contact was enough for me silly heart to question her existence. My eyes followed her aura and she was the tamer of flames that burned in my heart.

The wine did it’s charm, as I approached and stood in front of her. She smelled of roses, fresh and pure. It took a moment for her to realise I am standing behind her. She gracefully turned around and I was flabbergasted. Beauty residing in her blue eyes, she was an angel in a human form. In a sweet voice she asked something which I was unable to hear. I offered her my hand at which she slyly smiled and after a moment she took. I sprung into action bringing my feet closer as we started dancing to the romantic tunes. I was even stunned to realise I too am dancing well, and them remembering my trophies which I bagged when I was at high school.

That night we danced. She was in my arms and I controlled us. This gave me a sheer sense of pleasure, being in control, probably my male ego. The tempo got faster, so did her steps, and I realised I was falling behind. I tried matching the rhythm but I was failing miserably. She sensed my discomfort and with a slight smirked said, “Would you like to sit?”

“Yes. Why not.”, and there my balloon of male ego popped.

We sat on a table, farthest from all people, hidden in dark, best for some privacy.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“November”, she replied.

November. She came with an aura of coldness. She was surrounded by the clouds of mysterious, and I as an curious seeker, wanted answers to a lot of questions. Her eyes locked on mine and I felt discomfort. I felt as she was looking for my past and she was able to find it buried deep in my heart. I tried to fight back, stare back, look for her, but it was all blank.

“Who are you?” I finally asked.

“November.”, she said and then she stood up and she left without a glance back. Reaching the door she murmured something inaudible but I could read her lips.

“It is destined we will meet again. Adieu till then.”

I order for a glass of gin and was in a deep thought.

“It is obvious we will meet again November. It’s already written in our destiny we will cross paths. But beware, it’s me, August. You come with coldness and I with rain. We are cursed together” and I smirked.