Helloooeeee guys! Long time no see? That was what I was thinking too! Since I had become so uncreative and lazy nowadays, a friend of mine and I decided to bring back our creativity by writing a short story each. And this was my attempt at returning as a writer (though it didn’t work out that well).. Anyway, enjoy the story. 🙂
Walking through the lavishly paved road, I came to a halt where a tiny street intersected.
This was the place.
I stood there, watching people hurry to work; the cars on the road honked none too gently, and the impatient bikes made their way through the gaps in between.
The sun shone brightly upon the land beneath, and I raised my face, as though I could feel the vitamin D seep through my skin.
It was a busy day. Little girls with tiny gowns stood waiting for their school bus to pick them up. I stood there still, waiting.
What was I waiting for?
I did not know.
In fact, I did not know anything. I had been coming to this place everyday since I woke up all alone in that dirty place, knowing I’d get some clue about something I might need from my old life.
I didn’t even remember who I was.
I had found my phone, and in that, there was a reminder.. reminding me to visit that place everyday.
Why would I have visited that place everyday? It was just an ordinary road anyway.
But something inside me told me it wasn’t.
When I woke up from oblivion a few days ago, I had found myself in a dirty place, fully beaten up; beside me were someone’s divorce papers – perhaps they were mine; I had also found a bag full of money, enough to last a lifetime. If I really wanted, I could’ve started a new life; gotten all that I needed.
But some part of my brain disagreed. It told me there was something that I needed much more than money.
Just then, a little girl came down the cramped lane and walked towards her friend. Her skin was pale, yet healthy. Her eyes, innocent.
And those wide-open eyes were looking for something. She looked at the tree beside her, then at the traffic, and then…
When those tiny eyes met mine, she froze. So did I.
And with that one look at her, I knew. She was everything I needed.
I even realized why I would want to come here everyday. Though I didn’t remember her, didn’t recognise who she was, I knew she was the one for whom I had been living.
She was certainly worth waiting for every morning.
She was my daughter.