The Inception

It is always said that the distance between the earth and the sun is space and time. I never believed that. I always saw the difference as one between a glimpse of life and a dose of sorrow. These thoughts made me who I was, hardened and embittered to the ills of life and its wrecking hand that divides two lovers. "Life must be lonely, that is why he is always after devouring the stakes of love in quest for vengeance".

On a sunny day in open space, there we sat reminiscing on the thoughts of the past. "Where is the one place where you would like to go before you die?" I asked her. With a pale smile and apprehended breath, she softly replied, "the world within your eyes". That marked the beginning of the bliss that was to come and brusquely survive.

I was awaken from slumber when I remembered that she was no more but heavily pondered on by my aching heart. It has been seven years since I last heard that beatific voice. She did not live to see the whole world through my eyes. I wish she was by my side to hold my hands and view what her loving heart desired.

By the way, I am a successful lawyer, though an unhappy one who advocates for the nobles and high-class individuals of the society. I am fondly called "Attorney Placid" because of my calm disposition to things. My mum says that scars are to be forgotten to time, because memories weaken us. The scar behind my head is one that I really can't forget.

It is about 10 years ago that I had a fatal accident that nearly cost my life. I was hit by a running vehicle and laid in coma for weeks. My mum insists that a miracle breathed life into my dying self. I had a chronic amnesia after that accident in which all that I knew, everyone and everything was forgotten. The post-traumatic disorder was terrible; unidentifiable people and vague faces always clouded my dreams like it was a film. I became a character in a movie I can't remember staring in. It was a tough time for me and my family. Seeing my mother sob by my bed-side always drew me to tears and my dad always took me to the golf arena to relieve me of the tension, in order to speed up my therapy.

Over the years, I recovered many back but there is a missing piece which I am yet to figure out. My mind is obsessed with knowing one pivotal memory that I think I have not recovered. My mum insists that I am totally okay and I also want to believe so, but there is this emotional attachment that I can't admit and deny. I still see the picture in my dreams but it is always mystifying.

I am striving to achieve all of my goals in life but one has always proven to be problematic and that is my relationship with ladies. I don't get along with the opposite sex easily and that always calls for worries from my mother. I flop at interaction with them but I'm incredible at giving speeches. I fail at winning them over and win official cases with ease. Even arranged relationships don't seem to work. The working one never lasts and the lasting one never works, it is totally absurd. The discontent and trying to seek a perfect woman, like I have an exemplary standard always hinders my relationship.

My mom has ultimately been by best friend since dad died few years ago. She remains the only possession that I hold in high esteem and I cannot afford to lose. We are just three people in the house, my mother, me and our devoted maid. This maid has served us since I was a boy and has always proven herself useful. She is the second woman I think I relate with well.

It is another trial at the court today. I have been awake since 3 am trying to get rid of the nervous tension that always precedes all my cases. There are just a few things that I do at this time, make breakfast to eat and read Thomas Hobbes' Leviathan. "Good morning sir, I presume you slept well, wish you all the best in today's trial", that was Beauty's message. It has never failed to come in at fifteen minutes past five am every time that I have a case. "She is smart, pretty, elegant, and nice and every other thing a man desires in a woman", that is my mother's unending remark towards her. Anyways, her messages are always a source of encouragement for me, it is pretty helpful though, I rarely reply her texts.