VR in Vogue

Himanjali
Himanjali
Sep 1, 2018 · 4 min read

It was pouring outside and the clouds were dancing with joy it seemed, there did not seem to be an end to that rain; that’s what she felt. Her daydreaming got interrupted by the buzzing alarm on her phone “T-2 hours”
She shrugged and as if a million dreams had just fallen off from her shoulders, she walked towards her closet and started revolving her dressing drawer, playfully deciding what to wear. She would occasionally touch a clothing or two, just in order to remember what they felt like. Sometimes, she was confused about when she had purchased an item and maybe with a touch, she will be jolted back to the memory of how she imagined this beautiful shirt adorned on her and how beautiful she would look and in that momentary vision, she thought this shirt was going to be the best buy.

She sighed.

She finally settled on a blush pink dress. She did her make up real light, but whenever she would smile and her cheekbones would get plum, the blush would be fairly visible on her cheeks. She looked alive in that dress and, full of life. One would not just say that she looked beautiful, she did look beautiful, but she looked full of life; like that dress was pumping light into her that was missing previously when she was staring outside at the window.

She found her black boots and her burgundy bag. She looked at herself in the mirror and for a moment, she felt like she did not recognize herself.

She slammed the door shut and started walking towards 36, Espen Street. She did not have to think before taking the right turn from her house. it was housed in her, it was a muscle memory, something she involuntarily did every day. She greeted her neighbor and patted his dog. Dogs are better than humans, and maybe the fact that they can’t talk like humans made them better. She always had a special place for the dog, she thought they genuinely care and never leave you till they die. She always believed that if she had a dog, she would not be left alone even after she died. Her black boots were gathering sprinkles of water droplets dripping from her window.

She was thinking about what she would say today. Timothy had been talking to her for a few weeks now. She liked the way he says thank you a lot for things. And he was kind and generous when it came to tips, she thought that was a big indicator for the kind of man you are. She started to realize that maybe it was time to step it up a bit, take things a little forward or he might just lose his interest. Funny, she thought! She religiously asked herself this question every day while she walked to VR in Vogue. Nothing was new, nothing was old, everything was the way it has always been. Sometimes it felt like they have existed for centuries.

Beep Beep Beep Beep, she registered her id into the machine. She liked the voice the little machine made.

Hi there, she greeted the receptionist with a smile. He waved back at her and smiled. On the way to her pod, she thought it would be a good idea to get a cup of double espresso with a dash of almond milk with half sugar and caramel. She thought she is spoilt, but then she thought of her afternoon ahead and she decided she deserves it. It wasn’t that she hated this job. She was reluctant to do this in the beginning, but in order to pay the bills, she had to take it up and eventually she fell into the role, her job, her every day and she got used to it. She sometimes even enjoyed it, she liked the idea of how a simple conversation would create a ripple or a wave in someone’s life.

She took out a compact from her bag and adjusted her hair. She was ready. It was quite absurd to her always. She had never imagined that going to a date would be so mundane, something she would have to do on a regular basis. She looked at her To-do list today, it read.

  1. Something pink, something girlish
  2. Lunch at Les Deux Magots
  3. Walk at the Post Des Arts
  4. Dessert (open to interpretation) — special request by Timothy (Extra Charge: 50 Euros)

She smirked but relaxed having not to worry about spicing it up a bit.

The screen flashed and a stream of conversation started flowing, laughter and smiles, jokes and delicious looking food.

Outside, the rain kept pouring and she kept thinking of maybe, how, she would once again enjoy the rain, this never-ending rain and the neon light shone brightly in the dark cloudy afternoon and read “Virtual Relationships in Vogue”

Himanjali

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