Friday, October 21, 2016

My Little Village



I wish I could be there!

I wish I could be there! Back in my room, so that my mom will be busy again cooking what I like the most, and my dad will be busy reading the newspaper. But I wasn't in my room.

The kitchen looked empty, the newspaper laid in front of the door as if the outside world has nothing to do with my house anymore. Rooms were silent. No more pleading from my mom for not eating my breakfast and no more scolding from my dad for reaching home late. Instead, they were sitting alone in that room, looking at my photo frame. The only thing that showed movement in that room was their tears.

How could I let them like this, smiling at them in a photo while they were crying. I never thought this could happen to me. People started saying I was too young. And all of a sudden, I became a news. A news, something that engages everyone for a day and fades out over time. I became one such thing.

The one who praised me at that party for going for that extra drink will be talking that I was too mad to do it, and the one who scolds me every day for being too lazy and irresponsible will be crying for the rest of his life. It just shook up what I believed. While I was partying at one side, I never thought someone would stay nervous all night until they hear the sound of my bike. And I only got to know the other side of life when it all ended.

Everything happened was too quick, the light, the loud horn sound, and there I was lying on the road, surrounded by people, mumbling about me. I tried moving my arms, but I couldn’t. I had so much to do in life, but there is no time left. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could be there! back in my room.
The alarm beside by bed started ringing!

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