her. The only problem was that he knew nothing of flowers.
He was happy to find a young guy in the shop. He would tell him to pick for him instead of getting the wrong flowers, he told himself. He told the shopkeeper that he wanted flowers for his girlfriend. The guy enquired if it was for an occasion or just for romance. Arthur confirmed the latter. Did Arthur want roses? Arthur said yes, he didn’t know much of any other flower.
He readied a beautiful bunch of red and pink roses. It did look good, Jan would like it, Arthur thought. He came and put the flowers in the back seat.
He saw Jan coming. She had three bags in her arms. Jan saw Arthur leaning on the cars with his arms crossed.
“So it is true that women do shop a lot?”
She smiled, Arthur took the bags from her and kept it on the back seat. “I got something for you.” He gave her the roses.
Jan was ecstatic, the roses were really beautiful. This was the first time she got roses from any man, she was moved.
Arthur felt a hint of pride to have made her so happy. “Let’s have lunch and then head back.” Jan said she wanted to have pizza. They sat in the car and Arthur drove. Jan saw the little bottle in the car. She picked it up and saw it was Rose oil. She asked Arthur about it.
“I went to an aromatherapy shop looking for jasmine and ylang ylang.”
“You went looking for aphrodisiacs?” Jan teased her.
“It was for you,” he teased back. “But instead I found only rose.”
“Rose is for a romantic atmosphere only, it won’t work as well. “
“I only bought this for information. Actually the shop hadn’t a single drop of the two oils left, all were stolen.” Arthur spoke and drove in to the pizzeria.”
“What?” Jan exclaimed. She couldn’t believe it.
Arthur got out and held the door for her. She was still holding the bottle absent-mindedly. She kept it in the car and then both walked into the restaurant.
They finished eating and Arthur said they should get something packed for dinner. He had told Patrick not to come today. Jan told him not to worry, she will cook dinner. She was tired of eating the restaurant food so she had bought some vegetable and other supplies.
When they were driving back, Arthur asked her if there was any way to identify a Tantrik, any marks or symbols that would set him apart. She said some preferred to wear red or orange clothes and some smeared saffron or ash on their bodies. But that happened in India. Not here. Actually there was no need to dress up in a particular way, it was simply a matter of personal choice of how one identified himself with practice.
But personally, she had seen that they seem to have powerful eyes with an almost hypnotic look. The stronger one would be, the stronger the power in their eyes would become.
It was not going to be easy to find him out, Arthur thought.
They came back. Arthur helped her with the bags and then sat on the sofa and opened his laptop. He checked the Google images of Tantriks. Most looked as dramatic as Jan described. Although there were some practitioners that looked like normal people. Nothing to set one apart from him or Jan.
He looked at Jan, she was getting the things out from the shopping bags. She looked so happy and beautiful.
*****
SEVEN
More than 8000 miles away, the Tantrik took poured water iinto a big bronze bowl and focussed. Opening the eyes, one could see Jan in the water like it was a screen. She had grown into a woman and she looked happy and beautiful today. Poor girl, she didn’t know what was coming her way.
But the Tantrik also knew that she would not be harmed so easily.
*****
EIGHT
Closer to home, about 20 miles away from the tower building, stood another house. It looked very contemporary in its design and very commonplace in its look. It was built quite some distance away from the town. The house had a small farm with hens.
Here, a white man with blue eyes lived. He placed a brass bowl on the
He was happy to find a young guy in the shop. He would tell him to pick for him instead of getting the wrong flowers, he told himself. He told the shopkeeper that he wanted flowers for his girlfriend. The guy enquired if it was for an occasion or just for romance. Arthur confirmed the latter. Did Arthur want roses? Arthur said yes, he didn’t know much of any other flower.
He readied a beautiful bunch of red and pink roses. It did look good, Jan would like it, Arthur thought. He came and put the flowers in the back seat.
He saw Jan coming. She had three bags in her arms. Jan saw Arthur leaning on the cars with his arms crossed.
“So it is true that women do shop a lot?”
She smiled, Arthur took the bags from her and kept it on the back seat. “I got something for you.” He gave her the roses.
Jan was ecstatic, the roses were really beautiful. This was the first time she got roses from any man, she was moved.
Arthur felt a hint of pride to have made her so happy. “Let’s have lunch and then head back.” Jan said she wanted to have pizza. They sat in the car and Arthur drove. Jan saw the little bottle in the car. She picked it up and saw it was Rose oil. She asked Arthur about it.
“I went to an aromatherapy shop looking for jasmine and ylang ylang.”
“You went looking for aphrodisiacs?” Jan teased her.
“It was for you,” he teased back. “But instead I found only rose.”
“Rose is for a romantic atmosphere only, it won’t work as well. “
“I only bought this for information. Actually the shop hadn’t a single drop of the two oils left, all were stolen.” Arthur spoke and drove in to the pizzeria.”
“What?” Jan exclaimed. She couldn’t believe it.
Arthur got out and held the door for her. She was still holding the bottle absent-mindedly. She kept it in the car and then both walked into the restaurant.
They finished eating and Arthur said they should get something packed for dinner. He had told Patrick not to come today. Jan told him not to worry, she will cook dinner. She was tired of eating the restaurant food so she had bought some vegetable and other supplies.
When they were driving back, Arthur asked her if there was any way to identify a Tantrik, any marks or symbols that would set him apart. She said some preferred to wear red or orange clothes and some smeared saffron or ash on their bodies. But that happened in India. Not here. Actually there was no need to dress up in a particular way, it was simply a matter of personal choice of how one identified himself with practice.
But personally, she had seen that they seem to have powerful eyes with an almost hypnotic look. The stronger one would be, the stronger the power in their eyes would become.
It was not going to be easy to find him out, Arthur thought.
They came back. Arthur helped her with the bags and then sat on the sofa and opened his laptop. He checked the Google images of Tantriks. Most looked as dramatic as Jan described. Although there were some practitioners that looked like normal people. Nothing to set one apart from him or Jan.
He looked at Jan, she was getting the things out from the shopping bags. She looked so happy and beautiful.
*****
SEVEN
More than 8000 miles away, the Tantrik took poured water iinto a big bronze bowl and focussed. Opening the eyes, one could see Jan in the water like it was a screen. She had grown into a woman and she looked happy and beautiful today. Poor girl, she didn’t know what was coming her way.
But the Tantrik also knew that she would not be harmed so easily.
*****
EIGHT
Closer to home, about 20 miles away from the tower building, stood another house. It looked very contemporary in its design and very commonplace in its look. It was built quite some distance away from the town. The house had a small farm with hens.
Here, a white man with blue eyes lived. He placed a brass bowl on the
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