Oblivion

I was coming out from the liquor shop when he first saw me. Numerous people observed this about me that I stay oblivious to my surroundings. When I finally knew him, I was thankful for this lack of attention that I had. Not too good for my students though, that's why I always focus on students in college. I am impervious of perceptions. There is a labyrinth that stays in our heads. Each head has a labyrinth. Some are complex and some are simpler and somehow, I felt that our labyrinth connected.

"Sorry, I didn't notice. I can buy you another." I said to him as his bottle of gin dropped while he was coming in the shop and I was leaving it.

"It's fine." He said, aquatinted with the knowledge that the fault was actually his while we collided.

Noticing heavy grey in his eyes, I continued, "I insist."

After buying him another bottle, we headed out of the shop.

"Want a cigarette?" He broke the silence. "Yes, please." I replied as if I could kill for a cigarette right then.

"The sunset here is beautiful. Isn't it?" I broke the silence and handed him two 500 rupees notes.

"Cii... I mean yeah." As he said this, I understood I had guessed it right. He was Spanish.

"Okay, adios." I said as I finished smoking and he chuckled a little at my effort of speaking Spanish.

"Where are we going?" He said.

"Nowhere. I have to go somewhere."

"This never happened that someone picked me and didn't do anything." And there it confirmed that he's a male prostitute.

"You picked me. I didn't." I said with a smile.

"You are a good man. Graciaś."

"Could I have another cigarette?" I think I had hope in my eyes, though I couldn't see my eyes, his eyes were mirroring mine.

"Sure."

The sunset was indeed beautiful.