Women and Chess
Last night was special at the altar of silence due to an aggregation of quite a few non-related things, some of which were the reason which pulled me there (despite my having professed to some of my closest ones just about 72 hours back that I wouldn’t set foot in any place where the decibel levels exceed 140dB, for reasons better known to us 
). Nonetheless, it turns out that the night had a few more things in store, which made it a bit more special; however that should not impede me from hitting the nail on the head and coming to terms with resolving the bewilderment I should have exposed you to by now owing to the non-related nature of content that I have spewed till now taking into view the title of this post.
Yes, we were granted a vision last night, and special it was because it probably was one of the, naah, it was the most smouldering embodiment of beauty and brains since the time…ummm, since the time I don’t know when…(maybe the time before I read this, but then I am talking about last night), the revelation of which lay pivoted on the lethal concoction that I metamorphose into in alliance with my brains, which made me feel proud of them owing to the fact that though I may have started accumulating gray over my scalp, the cells under it still have a long way to go. Mind you, the ecstacy experienced over my memory proving itself right (which was established by an instant quick check over my phone’s browser) was more than witnessing the spectacle, and I felt myself on a slightly higher plane of existence compared to the rest of the denizens of the altar surrounding me owing to the fact that they probably were appreciating just half an aspect of the spectacle. Speaking of halves, now that I have extolled upon the first half of the title, let me make my way to the second half. And to put it simply without rousing anyone, let me just say that she plays chess.
However, once the initial realization had sunk it that the vision was one of the embodiments, reason prevailed. So when Clark Kent – minus – his – ‘topper suit’ came to me blabbering with adjectives which referred to varying degrees of rising mercury, I just had one thing to say – Women, who normally don’t play chess possess the innate quality of wrecking a man’s brains with their deadly moves, imagine the extent of wreckage when the moves come from the brains of an actual chess player!
Counter-reason however suggests that if wreckage is inevitable, it doesn’t really matter if you lose quarter or half of your under-scalp.
And thus, Bruce Wayne retired to Batmobile…
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