Past-but-still present A brightly dressed girl comes into a town that is grooving with a blue note for the night, walks into an exotic jazz bar. Nice and slow environment that resounds with moody Saxophones and rhythmic drums immersed in husky voices that sing soul-fully, echoing amid aromatically scented candle-lit rooms, and of bodies of young lovers dancing intertwined, breathing against each other's neck, whispering and smiling, contemplating on what next to do later the night. Sex maybe, which is it, who knows? Her left eye starts to glitter with delight, while atmospherically induced adrenaline prompts her to deeply breathe with shear joy, just as the escaping fresh air from the flowing white curtain kissed her face. This bar was a place where even the smokes from the scented-rose stick swayed with the movement of the air, and men of all ages were constantly gazing in disguise at the girl's voluptuous body curves that enforced her presence, form, being and to some even the promising pleasurable anticipation. A soft fruit ready and ripe, which is delicious to slurp its juice? Could be but, bitter sweet, more like a being made of the greatest lust love and sorrow. She smiles gleefully at the attention she is getting. But suddenly numbness invites itself and all sound changes to somewhat one sweet melody, and even mere laughter and talk becomes as pleasing as a harmonious song, accompanied by a mysterious humming that tones differently by the nanoseconds, which makes hearing even a sigh hurting to the ear drums. Temporary deafness beguiles the audience as slow-ravelling shadow veils the little sight that was there. Sights and sounds cease to exist; it becomes all ghostly and dead silent. Panic takes the place of fun and jazz, the beauty of the mystery girl now bears a dark face which no one knows what will it turnout, not went if the light returns. Now, a violin tune, seemingly that of the Gypsy Lakatos, starts to play, and stops abruptly, but suspense comes into play and then coin drops onto the floor in a soul-shivering way, making women in the bar scream at the top of their voice. The ear hears again, the eye sees again but everything becomes different and a new unheard-of song smoothly begins to narrate a heartfelt tale of a young man who died a century ago before he could declare his love to his lady-friend. This beautiful lady's mortality has been obstructed by 'his not saying of' these three simple words: I love you! She has come to the Jazz club searching for an equivalent man whom she believes can say those 'three words' and set her free from the agony of immortality, allowing her to join a long gone soul mate. ---------- The audience is no longer entertained by the revelation of this rugged truth, but for me, for me the young lady's sacrifice seemed like a genuine dedication and faithfulness at its peak. It couldn't get more ecstatic, weird yet unique, vain yet so pleasing to know-of her love story. How many times does one gets hear a story that had started as a blissful love ending up in regretful hate? That’s when the thin line between the love/hate is eroded. Only lucky individuals hear such a touching story. --------- A century old lover on a manhunt in a jazzy bar makes a dull night seem bright and eventful. Unsuspecting souls in a jazzy club whose quest is for pure musical sensation will have to sip some pain tonight from their dead relatives. A little tremor rocks the bar and the floor starts to crack, opening wider gradually with a disturbing tone of horror piano, alongside with an extremely blinding light, and shedding light upon every corner of the bar as people try to shield their eyes with their hands. As if she was like a germinating seed from a clay portion of land, the young mysterious girl reappeared with a cute baby around her waist, and oozed upwards surrounded by bright beautiful flowers. The scene was that of a beautiful dream that symbolises purity, strength, vitality, and hope. It may seem ironic to have something good born out of a something bad but since crystal diamonds are strewn out of the darkest of colour, everything is possible. The radiance coming from this mysterious girl is too powerful to withstand and the baby's aura is both pleasing to the eye and also pure joy. She starts to mouth some words that are too low to hear. I move closer to her to document her precious words, but all I can hear is "the glory is born again" as she gazes at the baby's innocent smiley face. The jazz bar starts to transform from being smoky to a shining place. Everything starts to re-arrange itself, and people's clothes start to change colour, becoming all white and very fabulous. The half-dressed girls in the bar now find themselves in veils and pretty shiny faces. The mysterious girl starts to walk towards the terrified crowd and chooses a young man by holding his hand, positioning herself before his very eyes and with her right hand touches his forehead. This touch sends some vibrations all over his body, coursing him to hallucinate and talk unusual vernacular that sounds ancient. As this is going on, the presence of this mysterious girl is becoming enforced strangely. I can feel a strong presence too of other being too ……. Next: From here a leader was born, and baby was born… To be continued