The prologue to NAMELESS

“What is it that bothers you? That you do not know what you are going through? That you do not know the right word for the kind of music you play, or the emotion you feel? You do not have to name everything, you see! Everything were here before, and will be here after as well. It is just our desperate need to define everything that made everything end up with a name. And those without a name always confuses us.

“But it is understandable to be troubled by something you do not have a name for. I can relate to that. Twenty five years ago, I had faced the same situation, when I came across Ayesha on the roadside. She was barely eighteen, while I was near my thirties. My cycle had almost grazed her, she was staring at me, and I was staring at her.

“People tried to call it love, lust….They always wanted to name what we had. We started meeting often, we would go out, for movies, to parks, to restaurants. We stayed together several times. And people wanted to give what we had names.

"And when her brothers pulled her away from me, accusing her of adultery, I knew there was no word to define what we had. So when she was dragged away, I waited, and the next night I eloped with her to this city.

“Here she enrolled in a college, I got a job. We stayed together. She completed her studies, took a job as a journalist. Then she met this Christian guy. She didn’t want anything from him, except be the mother of his child. So the arrangements were made. She became pregnant. And he left, and she was happier that he never came back.

“Later, two years after you were born, she saw how connected I was with you, so she said, ‘Let’s get married! You can then be whatever you are to him, officially.’ Quite frankly, I didn’t know what it was that I had for you. But I went ahead with it. And never have I regret the past 25 years.

“And now, here’s a word. Irony. You ask me, a man who never knew what he had with a woman for more than two decades, a man whose wife doesn’t have words to describe everything she did, a parent who doesn’t know why he got into your life, you ask me, what is the word that defines your stories, emotions, reasons and causes? Frankly, I do not know. May be there isn’t a word for it. May be there is.

“But then again, there is a word for those that do not have a name. So you can name your band that. A band that doesn’t have a name for its genre, or stories, or emotions…

“You can call it NAMELESS!”

Author's note: This is a prologue to a screenplay I am working on. And I would like to know your thoughts on it.