The day has gone. I can see the boats on the sea. Sitting on my windowsill, I peep out and I can see the birds flying back to their loved ones; I can hear the call of their mates. I see the train moving into the station to empty out a sea of human hearts heading toward their love. The sun is dipping down the ocean and the sky is smeared with the evening glow. Darkness is slowly creeping in and little lights are twinkling afar. I can see the vehicles winding up the hill, like a group of glowworms doing a jiggle. I am still sitting on the windowsill, unaware that the blanket of darkness had enveloped the whole place. Everything looks so calm and quiet. I feel so much peace inside me, watching everything that had passed, before darkness engulfed everything. Still, there is this serene feeling with pain. It’s peculiar; pain and serenity together? Why do I feel this?
A gentle wind blows from the hills and I close my eyes and feel it caress my hair. This calmness, this gentleness, and this stillness … it is so divine and pure. Still, I feel this kind of pain. What is it? I ask myself. How can I feel pain in so much serenity? I drew my knees toward me and laid my head on them, and I let the tears roll down my cheeks. I wish, I just wish I had someone loving beside me to share all the divinity around me. Besides all riches and relationships I need one soul mate to be with me, to rest my head on his shoulder and cry, to lay my head on his chest and laugh out loud and to hold me tight and say … “I am here for you.”
