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By Santosh Jha

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Copyright 2020 Santosh Jha

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“Nothing, but excellence extraordinary should touch it. The vitiating handle of mediocrity must never ever be allowed an audience. The purpose need always be ensconced on the high pedestal of what the brilliance of precious elements installs. When the enchantress weaves the mesmerizing magic of potentials, stupidities of patchy and parsimonious propensities shouldn’t extend witness. The potentials have the transcendental stamp of definitive immensity of worthiness and utmost utility. It has the sovereign seal and signature of the enchantress…”

Words Must Be Forgiven… Restrictive Competence of

Vocabulary-Dependent Expressions Must Be Excused.

We Are Talking Intimacy – The Language Of

Consciousnesses! May the Enchantress Lend Her

Magicality for Optimal Fruition of the Enterprise…

Prologue

674592374560213. This probably is the number of romance novels already written so far in the long history of humanity. Where then is this stupid need to add another! You too may have read as many; you probably don’t even remember the count. Why should you waste time and energy on another? They presumably are all the same – a man, a woman, their attitudes, idiosyncrasies, conflicts, the unending platitudes of one-upmanship and game-gimmicks, situational twist and turn, milieu-specifics, abstractions of acceptances and absurdities of author-orchestrations of fantasies and imagination-engineering. You probably have read the classics, the recommended, the popular, the trending, et al. Why then this another addition; that too by a male; tragically a 52 year old?

Hmm…! The legitimacy of this inquisition is regal. The answer must be worth more than a kingdom. Life is too precious and ephemeral to waste on anything less than imperially ornate and genuinely creditable…

Somehow, any question, though valid on its own, is only a derivative emergence from the parentage of all questions – the core and singular question. This primeval and transcendental question is – What is worth? What makes anything worthy? Well; thousands of years, millions of men and women, billions of wise words and unending ideas, et al have not yet arrived at a singular indisputable answer. Why?

Yes; now we have come to the pre-state of all questions – the one, which is the seed of all questions and therefore the probable singular answer. There can never be anything singular in human world of existences because, Reality may be what it is; it is always contextual and relativistic to subjective, personal consciousness of different men and women. Naturally, when Reality is perceived differently by 7.5 billion people of our world, there is nothing singular – be it worth or utility.

Love, intimacy, man-woman relationship, couple-consciousness, togetherness, mutuality, et al have infinite shades because, Reality is perceived in infinite shades. It is because of the way our consciousness has been designed to have different cognition, depending upon personal and subjective elements of body-mind-milieu constitution. It is this acceptance; about Reality, Consciousness and Cognition, which takes everything about intimacy, love and romance to a new level of worth and utility, which is truly majestic. When you can decipher the Seed-Reality of all probable shades of Fruitions of intimacy and love; you emerge as the true genius of everythingness of man-woman probabilities.

… won’t you love to be this genius and decode the parentage of all 674592374560213 shades of romance causalities so far and yet; become the Seed of another 674592374560213 in your lifetime? What then you are waiting for! Welcome…

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At The Very Outset…

It is a huge facility and opportunity that more than 80 percent of romance readers are women. Why? Because, sanity and rationality has better potentials with feminine cognition, especially, when it comes to Reality of Intimacy. Why? Ask evolution; ask the design of the ‘media’ of consciousness…

The author is sure; the essence of the intent of the content of this eBook shall blossom in the compassionate and assimilative cognitions of my worthy women readers. Why? Ask the cosmic construct, which has chosen the Reality to unravel its most munificently genuine elements, primarily this way…

This symphony of elemental intimacy is dedicated to the contemporary empowered women, their innate sense of sanity and ‘connect’, with the finality of reality…

Thanks For Your Magnanimity, The Story Begins Now...

Nothing works. No meaning; worth either. Rather, nothing else seems to exist…!

But then; nothingness, in its magnanimous holism and munificent entirety, is optimal, resplendently rewarding; if not perfect…

It is a Black Hole situation. Everything is pulled down to the pointed-ness of the centrality of ultimate eventuality. The finality of nothingness is so colossally intense and formidable; it melts all being-ness. All probabilities of diversities of Reality end and what possibly remains is; singularity of situation…

The mass, the gravitational force, the barycenter; leaves everything mesmerized and enslaved to the pointed-ness of finality. Nothing can escape it…! The Black Hole finality is the destiny. The randomization of entropic probabilities schematically settles for this ultimate-end. The Reality is so magically and beautifully warped, nothing can escape it; nobody wants to…!

This enchantress has the Black Hole charisma. The mystical marvel of the mechanismic magicality of her finality is inescapable; who wants to…!

Consciousness is authoritative too. It’s a warrior; has to be, it must… Marvelously armed; with resolve, reason, purpose, prudence, evolved rationality, et al. Consciousness; in its evolved and poised optimality, is no drifting planet; it is a shining star of the galaxy. Consciousness has its own mega mass of reason, the gravitation of resolve and the potential to warp the time-space fabric of Reality too; in its own inimitable ways.

But then, the finality is inescapable. Nothing works, when the enchantress enters the frame; her black hole magicality begins to script the epilogue of eventuality…!

Rather, the Consciousness itself happily acquiesces to be the amicable accomplice of the enchantress. Her magical warping ensures; everything is in audience and perfect symmetry of the finality…!

The Consciousness; in generic state, is just a malleable media. The enchantress has the design well at place and her mystical magic runs through the media; even if the consciousness has specificity of cognition. The inventiveness and asymmetrical artistry of playfulness of the consciousness, in the theatre of worldly confusion and chaos itself, is the spectacle of the enchantress. The unfathomable and inexplicable cognition of men and women to extricate something meaningfully and intuitively enjoyable, even amid the over-encompassing transient and mortal life-living realism is the ostensible orchestration of the enchantress.

The enchantress plays out her rainbowish tricks and tantrums in the circus of life and everyone is happily part of the show’s symmetry. Some may laugh, some may weep but all participate in this show. Truth; the Reality, also applauds along with the audience. Everyone is happy and thrilled! Entropy and randomizations seed the razzmatazz of probabilities. What is untrue and useless, even when the show of the circus is transient and ephemeral? The enchantress has the authoritative magic wand; she can and does warp the Reality…!

Men and women are presumptuous protagonists of infinite shades of cognitions that their consciousnesses may come up with, to lend handsomeness to the myriad expression of Reality. The richness, the opulence and diversity of the personal parentheses must add royalty to the show. When the enchantress is at the reign, nothing mediocre must touch the empire of excellence.

Women and men must evolve to the brilliance; when the curtains are moved, stage is set and the show must begin. This mortal world of precarious eventualities, with entrenched propensities for wastefulness of all attainments, has joys and ecstasy like scratching an itch. It begins with euphoria, peaks as orgasmic gratification and always ends in gashed and wounded skin and; blood in hands. Those evolved women and men of brilliance, who have arrived before they begin, consciously remain invested in the singular utility and worth of intimacy of togetherness. Their journey is infinite extension and expansion of their arrival…

… our woman and man; they now arrive. Their journey begins…

She has been around for a while, and he has not been oblivious of it. Rather, in his first passing look at her, he was not only not impressed, but somehow disapproving of her physicality. He felt, she looked awkward. Why, how? He wasn’t even interested; probably too preoccupied with his other investments of life-living. It was just a passing feeling, a normal registry of subconscious brain state; nothing very specific.

She probably has not even noticed him. They however exist in the same galaxy.

Probabilities have a pre-state. They do not happen in vacuum. But then, even vacuum has oscillations. Oscillations have the potential; all probabilities seek survival and sustenance from potentials. What then is this potential…?

Miracles happen in the pre-state. It is a womb of probabilities, not visible and perceivable to stupidly designed sensory capacities of men and women. When the fruition of probabilities happens, it presents itself as magic and marvel. Average consciousness has no choice but to accept it that way. Human world is therefore, full of magic and there are always huge acceptance of it. Few men and women of genius however, have the evolved higher consciousness to unravel the marvel…

The galaxy of probabilities and its pre-state is the colossal cosmic construct itself. The consciousness is innately designed to flourish in marvel and mysticism. Consciousness remains invested in its own beliefs and often finds Cognition as awkward and unimpressive. The consciousness and cognition are entwined realities. When ‘He’ is the Consciousness, ‘She’ is his Cognition; and when ‘She’ is the Consciousness, ‘He’ presents himself as her Cognition. Consciousnesses as media of expressions of Reality are designed to align with complementing elements. Consciousness and Cognitions is the first couple of the world of Reality.

Both He and She have oscillations and; both are huge potentials. But then; Black Hole miracle does not happen every Sunday…! The pre-state has the design; the enchantress has to make the last call. Eventualities must traverse the beautiful avenues of probabilities. The inventiveness and asymmetrical artistry of playfulness of the consciousnesses of man and woman must be allowed the innate liberty to have industrious latitude with probabilities.

There is a crisis in the company and after an emergency meeting, the CEO asks his people to pair up in five different teams and asks all five teams to come up with a solution. All teams, comprising two people, are asked to deliberate separately, without trying to know what others are doing. She is teamed up with him. The teams are to submit their plans after 48 hours.

First time in a month, after she has joined his office, he has the occasion to see her closely. Before leaving office for the day, all five teams are having coffee together. He can see her inches close to him. As part of the team, both sit together in a small sofa. He cannot resist a smile as he realizes, she is not awkward but has marked out features in her face, which manifests an asymmetrical look to her from a distance. He accepts, she probably did not fit exactly into his subconscious imagery of a woman and probably this made her look awkward to him in his first impression. However, she has an assuring presence. He immediately likes the way she naturally comforts everyone, helping with coffee and encouraging words.

She is calm, listening as he talks; keeps looking at him all the while. They disburse after few minutes and he requests her to come