My Sanctuary...

Life is always bound to be painful and joyful, can be filled with sadness or happiness, and at some point, despair or hope. My life, just like anyone else is no excuse for every malady this world has to offer. And so, I offer myself a recluse, a place to hibernate, to recoil...A Sanctuary...and this is my Sanctuary...

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Should I bring the slippers in the front door?

It is almost 6 in the evening and the neighbor's dogs have been barking constantly for every whine of the cars' tires passing by the rows of houses in this village. I have this feeling of excitement, of yearning, of love. At last, after a day's toil, we shall be together again. Back in each others comforting embraces...and kisses.



Anytime soon, the stew is almost done and the drink is almost chilled - perfect for a nice long dinner. Simply, I just cannot wait. Walking past the frames of memories which have dominated most of the counter tops in the living room, I look outside the window to check how dark it is. Dark, indeed. Now, I feel the need to turn on the gate lamps and ensure that the pathway is well-lighted. I should hurry.



I can almost hear the shouts of joy of our neighbor's children as they exclaimed at their daddy's arrival. Excitedly, the 2 of them are scurrying down the porch each carrying their daddy's left and right slippers whilst the wife is at the doorway with a ready welcoming smile. I should be doing the same in no time. Only thing, our cute dog will be the one to unhurriedly bring the slippers in the front door.



Table is set, and it is past 7 pm. Glancing at the wall clock, you will be home in no time. While busy reading some magazines, it dawned unto how colorful those days were. When you were crying because of some unclosed deals. When you were so worried about some client unsure of its decision. Or those lines just suddenyl appear after a long battle in the boardroom. But all these, I know, after our usual long dinners and hearty laughter, are all gone. And, by the time we say good night, you will be sleeping with a smile on your face.



And, as I continuously read some magazines, some pieces of paper fell. And these pieces papers brought tears to my eyes. And I remember the day when you walked out of the front door. I realized, that the closet is empty. I realized, that since the day you walked out of my heart, my life becomes empty with no slippers for me to bring in the front door for you.

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