One Evening

It was here that I had met her for the first time. A mild winter evening just like today. Maybe not. That night then had seemed brighter and the spirits were lighter. The concocted whiffs of expensive perfumes somehow blemished the virginity of the breeze flowing through the glass windows. A massive chandelier hung against the white wall like a condemned man. It miserly distributed its light as if scoffing at it's own size.The wooden walls of the club embellished with fresco looked majestic and yet stared blankly at the audience and the orchestra.

The music pervaded the air like an ocean. Some were swimming in its tide gleefully while there were those like me who disdainfully conjectured about the shore. The circular pillar in the middle of the room disrupted my vision. A swig and I placed my goblet on the table. I noticed  the silver candle stand that looked regal. It accentuated the concentric circles on the red vase with a red rose placed perfectly in the middle. A man utilised it to propose to his lady love as onlookers clapped delectably. The murmurs continued for some time- some loud and some hush, some elated and some despondent.

A few gulps of my red potion and I felt better. To my right I saw a dapper man in his tuxedo amorously glancing at his love for the night. Her red dress and stilettos amalgamated well with the ambience. I asked for another bottle. The waiter smiled through his moustache as he served me another round. I noticed his hair were darker than his bow. At a distance I could see silhouettes of the orchestra players. The saxophone understandably discerned my mind. A cadaverous  and forlorn tale. Maybe it feels the same. Does it matter? I waved a good bye to the nothingness of my thoughts and left. The music continued to play.