Crossing the Mirage:Passing Through Youth

Twist in the Tale

That December evening, a young man made his way to the Princely Pearls to give an order for a gold ring. Watching him enter, Chandra was impressed with his persona exemplified by a romantic face. Learning from the salesman that the newcomer was asking for the moon, Chandra wanted him to be sent to him. When he heard the man tell how he would like the gold ring to look like, Chandra realized that it was meant for a valentine. Besides, he felt the detail conveyed a commitment to the cause and his articulation indicated a loving care. Impressed with the man‟s passion for his project, Chandra agreed to undertake the intricate work.

“How soon can I have it?” asked the man.

“We haven't yet given our quote,” said Chandra amused by his hurry.

“I've heard you won't overcharge,” said the man. “I want it by day after tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks for your trust in us,” said Chandra pleased with the goodwill, “but it takes time.”

“I need it badly, and in time,” the man said, and Chandra could see a peculiar desperation on his face.

“It would cost 2k,” said Chandra having made an estimate of it, “and you can pick it up as we open at ten the day after tomorrow.”

“Would you please put your best man on the job?” said the man paying an advance of one thousand rupees. “If you don't mind, I would like to see the work in progress.”

“Why, it's interesting,” said Chandra reaching for the Bill Book. “Will you mind leaving your name and address?”

“Sathya,” he said filling the form, “what about my being with your workman?”

“Come along then,” Chandra led him out, leaving the rigmarole of closing the shop to Yadagiri.

On their way to the master goldsmith in his Fiat, Chandra began to feel an inexplicable empathy for Sathya.

“You don't even want to know my name,” said Chandra.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” said Sathya apologetically, “I'm beside myself.”

“That's clear anyway,” said Chandra. “If I‟m not wrong you‟re in love, aren't you?”

“It's more like I'm in a trance now.”

“Why, your face betrays that.”

“Well, she says I've a transparent face.”

“I admire men in love.”

“That means you're in love yourself,” smiled Sathya wryly. “But are you lucky?”

“Not before I lost all hope.”

“I'm happy for you.”

“You've come up with an expressive design.”

“Nice you appreciate,” said Sathya feeling oneness with Chandra. “Surely you've a feeling heart!”