No Longer The Same
“Like a fall-out leaf of a dry tree
Like a broken string of an ancient violin
Like a paused hand of an old clock
Like a dying sun of the evening sky”
Welcome to the world where life itself is as different as the life the next door. She used to be a smiling personality, filled with optimism and a sense of hope. We used to look at her, each time she passes beneath our balcony. I used to call out my siblings whenever she passes by. My siblings don’t love missing a bit of her walk of smiles. The last time they missed it, they called me all sorts of names – all summarizing my selfishness and childishness. I should have called them out to see her but then I was lost in my own world of fantasy, staring at her bright face, shining on me a hypnotic sensual feeling I will never forget.
Nowadays, those smiles have evaporated towards the clouds of uncertainty. The uncertainty of the optimism she once wore. She rarely passes by again but when she does, her face is lowered down to the dust. Her curvy steps come straight and dull. She never smiles again. Rumors have it that a man raped her. I heard it was her father.