Nike. Just Do It

Its 3 am in the morning. My eyes have never felt heavier. The alcohol drugs my mind and senses. I talk less and laugh more. I make the connection with my eyes and sense a willing smile and an inquisitive glance. Eager to take a ride, I agree to venture out on a drive. In the midst of the drive, under the pretext of being co-travelers, he asks me if age defines certain parameters in life for me.

We reach the destination. He stands in front of me with his face close to mine. I can almost feel him on me. Soon he roves into regions unexplored. My eyes unable to focus any longer shut out on the reality. I am floating in the air with the dizziness caused by the absence of ground beneath my feet. His stubble leaves marks on my face. And his perfume lingers on my body. It passes like a haze.

We leave. And then I hear him sing. His full throated and raw voice reaches out to my numbed senses and I cant stop myself from making a contact with him. I want to touch to remember the embrace. The hands that make music and bring a life into an instrument stroke mine..

It ends in a haze. I have only the memory of voice and touch and remnants of perfume to remember him by. He had asked me earlier in the evening if I believed in the brand Nike. It said just one thing, said he. That was "Just Do It"