The two were under the misconception that the feeling that had sent sparks through their respective bodies, and the thoughts that were like bolts to them were hidden from each other. There still existed an innocent distrust between the two. Maybe they were unaware that desires find a home in each body, in each soil. Those who know are aware that desires have no specific season to be born in. When desires rise from their slumber, they can cross the highest walls and boundaries. Desires are the essence of the mud dough that made Adam. Desire leads to a metamorphosis of the body. The being transforms into varied symbols, characteristics and appearances. The man transforms into an animal of an unknown epoch, while the woman changes into an archaic bird or some other phenomenon. The being searches for its pinnacle and satiation in other beings. Desires are very opportunistic. The poison of desire is very overpowering. The heart stops and the brain sleeps under the veil of oblivion. The ‘self’ drowns in complete darkness while the being changes its attire. In this darkness, the soul participates in this transformation.

Asrar turned towards Miss, she lifted her eyes. Their eyes were warm. Miss also turned towards him. Desire was alive in each soil. Jamila’s fingers intertwined involuntarily with Asrar’s. Their eyes were searching in each other for the pinnacle of their being. The rain outside was deafening. There were lightning bolts, and the west winds were encircling the building with fearful groans. The winds were spirited and mad. They were revolving around trees and branches, uprooting them.

Miss came closer to him. Desire leads to a metamorphosis of the body. Their noses touched, and in the warmth of their eyes red sparks rose and drowned as if in a whirlpool. Desires acquainted the being with the taste of metamorphosis. The taste of each other’s tongues made them forget their existence. They sat on the floor. Miss transformed into a fierce lioness. She entrenched her paws into Asrar’s back and started chewing on his bones. She felt the taste of his heart’s nectar on her lips which, like a wave of light, intoxicated her soul.

They lay there till morning, smashed with the defeat of their being. When Asrar woke up and looked at Miss, who was lying next to him, he noticed that one of her breasts was smaller than the other. He smiled. He got up and went to the bathroom. The candle there had already melted. He looked out of the window. The rain had stopped. Very light rays of the sun could be seen scattered in the sky.