How the woman found her tiny place to meditate, when her boyfriend goes into his massage therapy sessions, translated…
There is that male customer at the massage parlors who’d always asked for thirty-minutes’ head massages when he came, and his girlfriend would always, be accompanying, but, she isn’t here to get a massage, instead, she’d had a book with her, sat by the white couch by the receptionist’s desk, and read silently by herself.
Thirty minutes isn’t that long, pass by in a jiffy, and the woman didn’t read at a fast pace, her boyfriend would be done getting massages, as she was only a few pages in. and so, I’d often asked her, if she wanted to get a head massage the next time she comes? She’d always smiled shyly, and said not necessary.
And just like that, every time they both came, with this tempo, the man sat for the thirty-minute head massage, while the woman sat on the white couch, reading the different books she’d brought with her. Although she didn’t read at a fast pace, but each and every time she’d come in with a different book. Sometimes, novels, sometimes, essay collections, sometimes, inspirational tales, and there are those financial planning, psychology books. She’s very focused when she read, seemingly to enjoy that peace, that serenity that reading brought to her, the couch became, her special space to be with her books, serene, and comforting.
maybe, not THIS, comfortable, but, it’s, close…
Thirty minutes are up, the man exited from the room, the woman’s reading time halted too, then, they held hands, exited, disappeared, into the streets.
And so, this, is how this woman utilized her time reading, when she’d gone to the massage parlor to accompany her boyfriend when he needed some “fixing up”, and, she’d found her own serenity, her own sense of relaxation, during those short thirty-minute sessions when her boyfriend was getting his massage to relax his body. While her boyfriend was getting relaxed by the massage therapist physically, she was relaxing herself, psychologically, and mentally.