for a girl named Peace: does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

a snow-painted land

He hears the piercing siren in his heart. He knows she is in danger. And she is crying out to him for help in his spirit. He sees her lying in a pool of blood. It is in the imminent future. Just as he sees her dancing with a strong, broad-shoulder man in a club. Those scenes have not yet happened but he sees them. He has a choice to make. It takes nine hours to fly non-stop by a commercial air-plane. Her time is seven hours ahead of his. It will take him two hours to get to his airport to catch the next flight. He can take a military plane anytime using his classified status. But he won’t.

What else can he do and is wiling to do for her? He can get there in the blinking of an eye through his super-human ability but it would mean having to give account later for misuse of power and worse, arbitrary changing of his station in the four wind. On the other hand if he travels by mere earth flights he will not be penalized.

He feels his heart in his throat, being pulled by an invisible string towards the unknown of hers, somewhere in another continent. He can see the helplessness and fear in her eyes biding him to go instantly.

“Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?”
(Orhan Pamuk, My name is Red.)

He decides to be the fool and opens his briefcase. In an instant he is there at her room door and he knocks. She opens and pulls him inside. “Quick, we have no time. That bully is coming shortly to take me to a dinner and a dance.” She says in one breath. “I know.” He smiles. She hands him her packed suitcase and holds on to his free hand firmly. In another instant they are back in the snow land house. The whole house is filled with the brilliance of his smile. He doesn’t know why he is smiling. It lasts only an instant and yet the happy effect lingers like forever.

For an instant he holds her hand and squeezes it. Then he lets go. That momentary bliss burns a sizzling pain in his heart. The housemate has moved out around the same time An left. And now there are only the two of them. An makes him a cup of coffee. They sit across the dinning table and look at each other. She looks deep into his eyes and sighs, “The sadness returns so soon.”

“You know I will come for you?” He asks. She nods. “I always know.”

“You know about my time machine and my ability to see beforehand and prevent bad events?” He wants her to admit she has hacked his code. Who is she? He begins to be cautious.

“Did you put those pictures into my vision? You dancing and lying in a pool of blood? Virtual images. ” He remains his cool, having switched back to his above the neck mode. He knows next to nothing of this woman whom he loves. He wishes he is writing a fiction. And this woman is a mere fictional character in his story.

I know all about you. She narrates like she is the fiction-writer herself. I have known you from the first ten minutes I met you. Ka, what makes you think you can hide from me and not let me find the real you? Yes, you are a writer as you say you are. You write into the hearts of people. And so do I. No, I don’t need to hack code. I use a higher power. It is called love.

“It may not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has a clear idea of who he is, or at least who he might be for her, and her heart of hearts has already told her whether or not she’s going to fall in love with him.” (Orhan Pamuk)

Believe it or not, I love you and that’s all I need. I know my beauty and worth. I know your super natural ability and power and you yourself told me you were different. No, I don’t do high tech. The bully pervert is real. My potential predicament is real. He is my ex-husband, a highly qualified and famous expert in socially exalted field. I married young and thought that he would lift me up to his pedestal but instead he delighted in crushing me to pulps in the mud. It was a bloody divorce. I went back to settle some outstanding financial issues and he is thinking of taking advantage again.

How did I know you would come for me and rescue me in time? I operate in love. Love doesn’t fail. You do not fail. Because you too, operate by love.

Ka suddenly feels immensely happy. She is back and she loves him.

“Happiness means being close to the one you love, that’s all. (Taking immediate possession is not necessary.)” (Orhan Pamuk, The Museum of Innocence)

I love you, An. He says inaudibly in the silence of his heart. But she answers as if she can hear his heart, “I love you too, Ka.” The snow has come again and started painting outside. (to be continued)

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