The Sorceress

I had no clue what to do. I had seen her just once. And total anarchy. She controlled me. There was complete chaos in my mind. I could not think about anything else. I kept seeing her face everywhere. I identified every woman as her. I was putting her face in every possible available space. She had occupied every possible available space in my head. The heart was still difficult to say, but my head was filled with nothing, but her.
That day I had seen her in the flea market. And I couldn’t let go. I kept visualizing her everywhere. I came home in the evening and drank a little rum. Thought alcohol would provide distraction and for a few moments, I’d get some moments of peace without her hair, her eyes, her eye lashes, her ears, her cheeks luring me into a trance.
It had been an hour since I had been drinking. Her magic failed to subside. Her face had filled up my entire head. There was no more space for even the smallest thoughts. This was purely nuts. I mean obsession is one thing. But this is ridiculous. I was helpless and clueless again. I felt I needed a break; needed to break this thought-process. I just had to think about something else – anything. Three hours and six bottles of whisky later, I was still the same – like a barmy man. She was almost running through my blood. She was. It was hard to believe, but she was.
I had to trace her, find her, get to know her, at least ask her name. I had seen her just once. And total anarchy.