of kin and kith
slung across his back was the small bag which carried enough for a weeks stay. he walked along the dusty path in the hot sun. it was afternoon and the sweat was slowly soaking his tshirt. the road almost became unfamiliar, but he knew the familiar house .. the house that mattered. as the cars and bikes went past him he could not help but sense a deja-vu.
he rang the bell and looked around him. there was still something he could recognize. the palm trees, the green grass on the small garden to his left. but the concrete floor remained, the basis for much of ...
a creaking sound and the door opened. a old lady, thin but with a wide smile stood with her arms open. dropping his bags he embraced his grandmother. it was homecoming really, it felt good. the familiar smell of pickles and spices.
drinking the last sip of the coffee he sat on the stairs and stretched his body. after lengthy conversations with his grandparents which always revolved around about him getting proper food to eat he finally had chance to sit outside. it was 5 in the evening and the gentle breeze was blowing across the city. people were walking, in their worlds, not even noticing someone is observing everything. he thought about his next day when he was rudely interrupted by a message on his phone.
"still the same, my love to grandparents" from his cousin.
he smiled. looked around. this was the place, images flashed and it took him to a time where he longed to go back to. innocent. sweet. free.
images of him in his young days, with 10 other cousins of his running around this place. he was the eldest, and instructions ran from him. plans were made. food was procured for the night. money was negotiated with grandfather, while the really young cousins were strictly instructed not to reveal anything to their parents. plans were revealed on the secret party to be held in the last room of the house so as to be undetected.
secrets were shared. lifes were dissected, laughter all around. music and dance. with no thought to the future they lived the moment. nothing could go wrong, they thought. they were with their grandparents, wise and capable with whom they were secure in living. the food was had together, while talking about tales from school. teachers were made fun of, while movies were analyzed. and at the end of the night, as they stole their way to the terrace with enough to bite for the night, a single thought remained. sitting next to each other in complete silence as they gazed at the stars they thought is this how simple life could be ?
he rang the bell and looked around him. there was still something he could recognize. the palm trees, the green grass on the small garden to his left. but the concrete floor remained, the basis for much of ...
a creaking sound and the door opened. a old lady, thin but with a wide smile stood with her arms open. dropping his bags he embraced his grandmother. it was homecoming really, it felt good. the familiar smell of pickles and spices.
drinking the last sip of the coffee he sat on the stairs and stretched his body. after lengthy conversations with his grandparents which always revolved around about him getting proper food to eat he finally had chance to sit outside. it was 5 in the evening and the gentle breeze was blowing across the city. people were walking, in their worlds, not even noticing someone is observing everything. he thought about his next day when he was rudely interrupted by a message on his phone.
"still the same, my love to grandparents" from his cousin.
he smiled. looked around. this was the place, images flashed and it took him to a time where he longed to go back to. innocent. sweet. free.
images of him in his young days, with 10 other cousins of his running around this place. he was the eldest, and instructions ran from him. plans were made. food was procured for the night. money was negotiated with grandfather, while the really young cousins were strictly instructed not to reveal anything to their parents. plans were revealed on the secret party to be held in the last room of the house so as to be undetected.
secrets were shared. lifes were dissected, laughter all around. music and dance. with no thought to the future they lived the moment. nothing could go wrong, they thought. they were with their grandparents, wise and capable with whom they were secure in living. the food was had together, while talking about tales from school. teachers were made fun of, while movies were analyzed. and at the end of the night, as they stole their way to the terrace with enough to bite for the night, a single thought remained. sitting next to each other in complete silence as they gazed at the stars they thought is this how simple life could be ?
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