Hello readers,
It’s been a while, I know. For this one, I’ll not state what
genre it belongs to. Read it to find out J
And this message is especially for my vampire friend….Don’t
knock it till you read it please ;)
Oh! And BTW my dear readers, I would love to see some genuine
feedbacks and for the shy types, am allowing anonymous comments too…so write
away J
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She is a bit of a loner. By choice. She seldom talks to
anyone unless absolutely necessary, and even when it is, she’ll probably make do with monosyllables.
She hates talking. She thinks it’s really over rated. She’d rather listen.
She was born with a gift…an ESP. She could categorically
classify whether whatever the person is spewing through his pie hole is the
truth or otherwise!
Weird isn’t it? When one knows she’s being lied to but has
no way to prove it! What happens when people talk to her? Well..she doesn’t see
it or hear it…she smells it! I swear by all the Gods Its true! Yes! Strange as
it is, that’s the truth.
During conversations, not only would her ears be attentive,
her nose would go on an overdrive! Here’s what she’d actually smell!
- Bored chatter – oats
- Salacious gossip – chilly
- Utter lie – burnt food
- Resentment – lemony
- Lust – chocolate
- Gratitude – coffee
- Curiosity- roasted bread
- Malice – rotten food
- Happy thoughts – bouquet of roses
- ETC..ETC..
She could not understand all the smells she’d smell as a
child and was told off for fibbing several times by elders! But as she grew
older, she began to understand it’s something only she can perceive and also
started to understand what the smells signify. That took a lot of homework.
When she was a teen, she really got the hang of it! And of
course she would smell a combination of smells in one go as the conversation
would be a mix of many things! She’d usually smell chocolate whenever she was
with men (and very rarely..around a few women!). Not surprising as many thought
she was good looking.
She really hated talking, she’d rather smell…err.. I mean
listen. She was nicknamed the human lie detector in college as she would always
win a game of bluff. She was an Urban Legend of sorts. She didn’t have friends.
It really became tedious to be around people when you get to know what they say
is never what they mean. That’s the reason she avoided getting close to anybody
because sooner or later, they will let you down.
She was sitting on a bench in the park doing nothing in
particular when she became aware of someone sitting nearby who was giving out a
wonderful smell as he talked on his phone…he strongly smelled of roses! Too
strong! It was pure, so pure, she almost
had a gag reflex! She had never smelled one emotion in such concentration! It
was usually a mix of many and even if concentrated, it would be there for a
very short period of time. It would feel like a shot and then it would
dilute..but Not like this! Never like this! Her curiosity got the better of her
and she let her nose lead the way. There he was…talking animatedly over the
phone….she didn't get too near as the essence was overpowering….she waits till he
hangs up, and thinks ‘Good….the smell is bearable now’. She walks up to him and
is about to say ‘Hi’ when she’s sized by a sudden feeling of extreme shyness…’whoa!
What’s the thinking??Go up to him and say..hey! Your essence is overpowering!
Can we talk??’ She immediately turns 180 degrees and is about to flee when she
feels a hand on hers…holding her back!
She is so stunned, she has not even reacted to the touch!
No..it isn’t a touch…the grip is pretty strong! She has not even checked who’s
the owner of the hand, which is right now constricting her movement and the blood
flow to her right hand
She swallows and turns slowly. Grey eyes meet brown ones….no, not brown..his eyes are a pair of butterscotch crystals!....... and time stands
still.
She is stunned as she is not getting any readings from this
man! Absolutely nil…this is a first!
She is brought back to reality as he gives her a disarming
smile along with the smell of oven fresh bread. She realizes her mouth is still
a surprised ‘O’ and immediately shuts it up. ‘Oh! Thank god! He’s not immune to
my power!’
She manages a ‘Hello’ and a ‘Err….can I have my hand back?’
to which he says ‘if you really must’ and lets go of her hand. She is rubbing
her hand as she studies him…and senses an odour she has never experienced
before..not only did it smell amazing, She had absolutely no idea what it stood
for. She feels vulnerable without her sixth sense. ‘Good god! My power has been
rendered completely useless by this gorgeous hun…focus!’ She gives herself a
mental shake and rephrases the sentence in her head ’….by this stranger’.
‘Shall we take a walk?’ What the ****? Did her mouth just speak
on its own without her brain knowing about it?? Before she feels embarrassed
that she’s been a tad bold, he nods his approval and holds out his hand.
That’s how they met. It’s been several weeks since the first
meeting in the park. She is totally into him because for the first time ever in
her life she’s met someone who means what he says. She was extra attentive
around him to catch him lying or something that’ll discredit him, but
unbelievably this man is sincere all the time! But that awesome smell would invariable be
there when he was around her and she still hadn’t figured what it signified.
Though she liked him a lot and spent a lot of time with him,
she still didn't talk much and certainly didn’t relive her ability. The main
reason was the odour which had no emotion attached to it. The one which did not
fit in any folders in her head.
Things changed drastically after she had visited a far off
relative; more out of obligation than anything. Her mom had bullied her into
agreeing for this due to various reasons which we will not dwell at the moment.
She was there just for a few hours. Her
ailing aunt was bedridden and taken care by her loving husband. When her Aunt
smiled at him, she smelt that fragrance
from him! Something clicked in her mind…True
Love?! ‘Man! That sounds cheesy even in my head!’
She kept wondering how she could have missed this emotion
her entire life?? Well..nothing much at the home front since her parents’
marriage ended in a bitter divorce. At college? C’mon! That’s rarer than hen’s
teeth! She thought about it during the
journey back and by next day and she was a changed person. She had finally let
her guard down and was talking to him rather than listening! He was a very
attentive listener. She knew because she could smell him being attentive! She
finally talked to him about her ability and was pleased with his reaction… disbelief,
awe, respect and love! She was in love! Irrevocable so…
The poor girl…if only she knew. She was being played! By a
pro….He was no ordinary guy. If our girl’s gift was that of an interpreter, he
was a projector. He could project whatever emotions he wanted someone to perceive.
Her ability was the precise reason he was sent here. He
worked for the other side and they had kept tabs on babies born under very rare
astronomical events. Only 1 percent of those babies would develop the special ability.
They would spend years locating such Interpreters and elaborate plans were made
before finishing them off in what appeared to be a seemingly unfortunate
accident. She had no idea how valuable an asset she could be for her country.
She would be their ultimate weapon in negotiations and treaty agreements with
other world leaders. This country would never get that advantage. Now he had
her trust completely. He would make use of it and end her life much before her time.
