D4- Eyes Ahead
09-08-19
I feel somewhat like those old school-going days, when we used to walk back home, leaning under the weight of big, heavy bags and dressed in our usual attire; white shirts, grey shorts, and red-blue ties. It seems difficult to walk under the sun, but those days, it was always the weight tiring us down. On our way home, we used to sit in the grassy patches outside the big majestic villas, always wondering who lived inside. Most seemed dull and empty to us. I remember, Haziq and I, had once developed a habit to eat some of the herbs there but we were fearful too, so we soon got out of it.
I feel somewhat like those old school-going days, when we used to walk back home, leaning under the weight of big, heavy bags and dressed in our usual attire; white shirts, grey shorts, and red-blue ties. It seems difficult to walk under the sun, but those days, it was always the weight tiring us down. On our way home, we used to sit in the grassy patches outside the big majestic villas, always wondering who lived inside. Most seemed dull and empty to us. I remember, Haziq and I, had once developed a habit to eat some of the herbs there but we were fearful too, so we soon got out of it.
On our return home, sometimes we would take the meal, but mostly, we just didn't want to, so I would throw my bag somewhere and jump straight to the bed. Those were calm, peaceful days. I used to stare at the ceiling, immersed in little thoughts, never knowing when sleep took over.
It wasn't difficult to sleep those days but now, its the exact opposite. Sitting here in 109, as most of the boys have gone home, the silence is not only disturbing and desolating, its somewhat soothing too.
But then, one must know, eventually its part of life and it'll pass, just like every other day does. What's left is just a trace of it and hopefully, one day, it would be a fragrant one.....
