The morning light flirted into the room through the open window accompanied by the cold morning wind billowing the curtains that adored the windows. A jay landed on the window sill and peered inside and took of us soon as it saw the door to the room open.
Jon Romance walked into the room; an eccentric name just like its owner. He took in the view of the room, the sunlight flowing in through the open window, giving a glow to the potted plant that was kept near the window sill which would have given the room a pleasing ambiance if not for its untidiness. Only the bed looked tidy compared to the whole room, a perceiving man could see that the person who slept in the bed is a peaceful sleeper which in reality contradicted the character of the bed’s owner
His eye fell on the unruffled bed. He wasn’t a peaceful sleeper usually, but it seems when certain things change other things changes too. Changes bring new changes, something most of humans are not usually enthusiastic about.
He walked from the bed side to the study table that was kept near the bed; an old fashioned desk lamp adorned the table. The table was strewn with books, pens, papers, socks along with two coffee mugs from the last day that hadn’t been washed yet.
Jon looked at the blank white sheets that had been left untouched by him on the table, now for five consequent days. He shifted in his feet trying to make something magically appear in the page. He lifted the paper from the table, sighing he crumpled and threw it into the basket but it bounded off after hitting its side.
The paper ball now lay along with the rest of the papers that adorned the floor just like the table along with clothes, bag and newspaper.
Sighing Jon walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room banging the door shut without bothering to put the crumpled paper back into the basket.
The sitting room was well designed giving the room comfortable lighting and well kept unlike the later. He sat in front of the lap browsing through his social account. The day was Sunday and looked perfect, Jon felt worried .
Jon never in his life had been a sound sleeper, his bed always gave the appearance of a forest rumpled by an elephant but for the past six days he had slept peacefully and that worried him. It’s because Jon had a secret, a secret of his own.
Jon Romance was an architect one of the succesfull ones and who was considered a genius . People for some reason loved his name ironically though his character had never done justice to his name. He was never the romantic type. His friends would have swore that the only thing he had ever been romantic would have been his work.
The life style followed by Jon was elite, perfect and absolute. He hated it, it had already started to bore him. Jon was special from birth, a premature baby by birth he hadn’t suffered any problem that premature babies had usually suffered. He indeed was a lucky one. But what made him special was not the genius he was, he had a secret that he had kept hidden . From the age of seven he had started drawing in his sleep of a particular person, a girl a child. He had kept the first sketch as an amusement . the second sketch after three days made him curious but from then on he had started drawing the girl every night. And as he grew the girl in the pic also grew, and at some point he knew the girl in the pictures had overgrown him too.
He sighed again, he felt unusually irritated. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in his work for a few days now. He thought about the woman in the drawings. He laid back on to the couch and closed his eyes trying to picture her , he felt the aching pain rise in his heart that he had been trying so hard to ignore.
He had come to the acknowledge the conclusion he had reached, he is in love or had been love anyway it doesn’t look like it matters any more because there can be only one reason for him to stop drawing her. He stood up from the couch and started pacing around the room.
He prayed that he was wrong, the magic could have just stopped….Only about 70 percent chance for her to turn up dead . He thought . Then for a moment he stopped his line of thoughts raving through his mind. Was she even real he thought … he felt blank …. What was happening to him…. Its ordinary for people to fall in love online he thought atleast they know that someone exists … but in his case there wasn’t even a chance that she was real… the chances for her being real are below 1 percent . he started laughing…….. amd stopped laughing when tears began streaming down his face….. he shook himself and rose from the couch and washed his face in the bathroom feeling a little bit stupid now that he thought about the whole thing.
He laughed lightly at himself as he walked back to sitting room, he sat before the laptop again and opened drive and moved the cursor towards a folder named dreampics and opened it and clicked on the very first image of that folder.
A pic of small girl popped up, it was the first sketch he had made. He had kept the pics and after sometime he had scanned them on to his computer. He changed from one pic to another one showing her in a swing as a little girl another showing her sleeping then soon the pics changed from her being a kid to a teen, pics of her with her friends, pics of her with a boy. Probably her boyfriend thought Jon, well if she existed or exists he added to his line of thoughts. The pics of other individuals other than her in the picture were always faceless. It was clear enough to know that the person was a friend or parent, but the faces were never drawn by him.
He clicked through pics then he stopped and reeled back and looked at one of the old drawing again, it had been years since he had gone through that pic, he looked at the pics date and knew that he had drawn it in his college time. The pic showed the city park, he had strolled through the park many a time and he now recogonised the cherry tree at the base of which she sat with her friends.
She is real he thought for a moment , then stopped himself, it could all just be a coincidence. He began going through pics more carefully now and began noticing places from the city. The avenue road, the westbridge , mall street , how had missed these he thought. Soon the pics began her showing her in twenties
He stopped at one of the pics it was the pic of her sitting at a coffee bar, the one across the street he knew it because he had frequented it many a time. She was talking with someone in the picture his face was clearless like all others but the surroundings were clearer and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall showing the date first march, today.
He jumped from the couch and was running out of the door then came running back in took his jacket and keys and ran outside locking the doors.
Three minutes later he strolled into the coffee bar, there were a few people chatiing with each other while having coffee, he sighed to himself and walked to the table that was shown in the sketch. He sat across the chair where she sat. he could get a clear view of the door to the coffee shop.
He ordered from the menu and sat staring at the door waiting hoping and then she walked in as clear as sunrise her hair rustled up as if she too was running, her hazel eyes found him and then she smiled as though she had been expecting him.
He felt the ache again in his chest the feeling of something found and also the knowledge that you will lose it.