It was one of those lazy days that could transport you to your past. Lately, I had been spending increasingly more time thinking about that one past encounter. There were certain things weighing on my mind, some answers I had received, but some I was still looking for.
It was a Sunday morning and I had no where to be, no one to see, and nothing to do. So, I decided to go out, visit my favorite café, and read for a while. That was when it all happened. In one moment my perception of life changed drastically. Suddenly I felt the need to be more than who I was. More than a person living a very conventional and mundane life. I hated change, I feared it even. I feared leaving my comfort zone, cocooned in my neatly organized principled life, I was not ready to admit that basically I was a coward. Reading was my escape, it was something that made me feel brave, between the pages of a book I could almost pretend to be adventurous. It felt right somehow. There was no need for me to be a risk taker, why would I when I could simply keep on living a peaceful, albeit a boring life? That day everything changed when I received a note from a stranger.
I am uncertain why I responded to that one question the way I did. I was not that person. I was never the kind of person who listened to her heart, my brain had always been the dominant organ, until that one fine day. Perhaps it was someone else who took over my consciousness, at least that was the only plausible explanation I could find. But then words have power we all know this, us who read as we breathe.
Back to that day, so, there I was minding my own business and reading one of my all-time favorite books when someone passed me a note. I opened it, “Are you happy?” That was all it said. No names, nothing else, just a simple question someone who cared for you would ask. Was I happy? I thought I were until that very moment. Suddenly I was not so sure. What was happiness anyway? Do we even know that? I was living a quite life, I had a job, a house, and something to read at any given time. I always thought that was enough. But was it really?
I looked around searching for the author of that cryptic note. It was not a question you would ask a stranger so I wondered who wrote it and why would they be interested in my happiness. That was when our eyes met. It was the first time I noticed how mesmerizingly warm brown color could be. Little did I know that those eyes would haunt me for the rest of my life, literally.
The woman stood up and walked towards me, “may I sit here?” She whispered or maybe she just had one of those husky voices that sound like a whisper.
“Yes, sure. Do I know you?” I replied
“I doubt it, but I know you. I’ve know you for as long as I’ve know myself.” That sounded bizarre but I stayed quiet. I waited for her to elaborate and was not disappointed when she continued, “this may come as a surprise but we are soul twins.”
“Okay?” I was not sure how to respond to that statement. What was soul twinsanyway? Honestly, at that point in time I was starting to fear that I had made a big mistake in talking to a stranger. She was starting to look creepy stalker-ish. I was never a big conversationalist. It was not a norm for me to talk to strangers. I sometimes wonder why I welcomed the woman’s company, but I still do not have an answer to that question. All I can say is that something about her felt … right. I did not know her but at the same time I believed it when she said that she knew me. She most definitely did.
“I can see your skepticism. I assure you I am no looney. I know what I am talking about. We were meant to meet like this. I have waited a long time for this very moment. There is so much I need to tell you and so much you need to understand before we start our journey together.” She was looking at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. It should have been weird and yet it was not. I was listening to her as if my very existence depended on it. Still, I was not someone to throw caution away.
“Look lady, I have no idea who you are and what you are talking about. Either explain yourself in a way I can comprehend or kindly leave me to my reading.” Annoyance was evident from my tone. The woman was undeterred though.
“All in good time, Sarah.” She smiled and she called me by my name. I was now sure that she was a stalker. Maybe she frequented the same café like me. It was not like I notice people or my surroundings much.
“You do know me.” I stated, “how? What do you want from me?”
“Nothing more than your time.” She said calmly. “First, answer my question. Are you happy?”
“Yes and no. I am not sure. I am content, I think.”
“No, that’s not what I meant dear or rather that’s not what I want to hear from you. You cannot live life like this. It is not living, you just exist, nothing more. You need to be happy. I wish to see you laugh out loud. I wish you to feel exhilarated by something you are passionate about. What are you passionate about?”
This conversation was spiraling out of control for me. Who was she and how did she know about my life so much. True that I had never thought or my life as boring, but she had a point. She was right I was living half-heartedly. It sounded depressing coming from someone else’s mouth. I was at peace, wasn’t I? I did not need passion or laughter. I preferred my quiet existence. Once again, I was lost for words. My confusion was palpable. That woman had the wheels of my thoughts churning. But first thing was first.
“I am not sure why you are asking me this. Why are you interested in my life? Who are you anyway?”
“Did I not tell you that I am your soul twin. Of course, I am interested in your life, in you.” She replied in her calm manner, which I was beginning to associate with her. She had an air of tranquility which was hard to decipher, however, it was very soothing. I wanted her to keep talking. “If you are happy then I will keep on living the way I always have. Your unhappiness will lead to turbulence in my life.” Now she sounded sad.
I laughed at that, you might not understand the importance of it but I laughed! I never laughed, I smiled, but full on laughter? That was so unlike me. I could not help it though. I was beginning to think that she was indeed a looney, also wondered at the same time why I were listening to her aptly. She had me intrigued I would give her that. I was curious to know more, but was there more?
“So, let me get this straight. You think that our souls are twins and that my happiness is related to yours. Is that right?” I asked.
“Yes, that is correct except I do not think it I happen to know if for a fact.” She smiled.
“That is absurd. Besides I have told you that I am quite content with my life. Thank you!” I was getting impatient as the conversation was now in unchartered territory and that was making me uncomfortable. Who talks about souls and happiness? Those things do not mean anything in this paper world. She was making me think about things that I would rather not think about.
“Please, listen to me! You cannot live like this forever. You must find your passion and pursue it. You need to be happy, it is of utmost importance.” She said earnestly.
“Okay, tell me more.” I said it even though I did not want to listen to her any more, but I also wanted to see where she was going with her unusual demands.
“Every soul is created in twos, like ours. Two souls come into existence together, one is destined to be born into this world while the other remains unbound and free to roam the universe. It just exists without really existing. When its twin dies both souls return to their origin and that is when they become one. Our souls have existed for over a hundred years and then you were born as Sarah, while I remained unbound. It was a happy existence for me until you started to wither away. I cannot stand by and watch you waste this life. You must take full advantage of what has been given to you so that when we return to our origin as one there are no regrets, no unfulfilled dreams, and no desire to get another chance because this is it, we will not get another chance ever again.” She tried to explain things in a way she though I would understand. She was wrong though because nothing she had said made any sense to me. It was all so farfetched that it sounded like a plot of science fiction novel.
“You are here, right in front of me and you want me to believe that you are just a soul without body? Are you serious?” I pointed out the most obvious flaw in her theory.
“I can explain that.” She kept smiling and now her smile was starting to creep me out, but her eyes remained the same; warm and inviting. “I am not here, nor are we having this conversation. At least, not in a way that humans do. It is just our souls conversing with each other.”
“That is ridiculous! I am here, in my favorite café, reading what I love the most. You wrote me a note, a note! That is as human as you can get.” I think I was a little more forceful with my statements than I needed to be, but it was the last straw. Now she wanted me to believe that I was hallucinating. Had my life become so pointless that I was having conversations with my soul twin? It was a very disturbing thought indeed. Immediately I started to think about the last time I had a real conversation with someone who was not a character from one of my favorite books. I was indeed turning into a pitiful creature, no wonder my so-called soul twin was worried about my very existence. Huh, I was starting to believe her, my very logical and rational mind was telling me to trust her beautiful brown eyes. They say eyes do not lie, hers seemed honest for sure. But how could I believe in things like soul twins? No, I could not, no matter how honest her eyes were, her words were just fiction. Or so I thought until someone was shaking me awake.
Apparently, I had fallen asleep while reading and when I woke up there was no woman with warm brown eyes anywhere in the café. There was no note inquiring about my happiness. It was just me and my book as usual, just us. But I was left with a nagging feeling in my gut, those hauntingly pretty eyes in my mind, and that soothing husky voice in my ears… urging me to be happy… to be passionate… to live my life to the fullest… because this is the only one I have got. I knew then that it was no mere dream. I had finally found the courage to seek my adventure and that altered the course of my life forever, all thanks to my soul twin.
Where ever she is right now I am quite sure she is still smiling at me.
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