The Black Wine

I had just begun to enjoy the party. My black dress had begun to slip off my shoulder due to the relaxed posture I had assumed. Nobody seemed to notice me. Well, no one noticed me. I knew it. I knew the bliss of oblivion. I re-adjusted my little black dress, scratched my leg and started playing with the rim of the wine glass that I had planned to stick to for the rest of the evening. I didn't want to be here. That night, I wanted to be somewhere else, be someone else. I didn't know who. I didn't know where. Probably out there on the streets under the yellow lights where my face was partly visible but shining. That always gave me a high. I could feel the glamour of standing under the yellow light- all alone, while at the same time, feel the doom of darkness. Wait. Darkness is not doom. Its bliss. Pure, unadulterated state of consciousness and individuality - That is darkness. I shoved away my intimacy with the Unknown and goaded myself to come down to the world of coloured lights, coloured water and coloured people. I gulped down my wine in one shot.I I knew that I inhabited darkness and I remained sane there - Just there. I got up to go to washroom to re-adjust my black dress. It seemed to fall perfectly over my figure now that I stood. I felt my curves, pinched myself and then got ready to explore my other relationship with darkness. I checked my phone. Durga was calling me. It was then I knew- where I wanted to be, with whom I wanted to be, what I wanted to be. And I left the party with one strap off my shoulder for Durga. That night, I grew intimate with darkness. And the yellow streetlight? That is Durga, you see.