Loneliness

The weather’s warnings are subtle, imperceptible by the untrained soul. Slowly dark clouds invade the dazzling blue sky and the fiery atmosphere charged up with unbearable heat relaxes and the temperature drops down by a few degrees. By then, birds and other creatures more aware of their environment would already have found shelter in a safe place; while men will go on with their routine activities, their senses lulled into a false sense of security brought along by the permanent buzz of air conditioning devices.

The first few drops of rain are enough to warn the people outside. Those living in the huge concrete apartments or boxed within cubicles will notice only a few minutes later, when the first clap of thunder reaches their ears. For some it will be just another day in their little world. For me, it’s another sad day spent in a far-away place without you.

I have long pondered about whether you exist or not. Since your existence can neither be proved nor disproved, I live my life hoping to meet you someday. You are the reason I dress up nicely every time I go out. You are the reason I do my best to be a good man. And you are the reason behind the sadness that strikes me when lighting splits the sky in two and thunder roars. For some reason, I wish I were next to you: very very close to you to comfort you and tell you that it will all be okay.

It will be yet another lonely evening in Malaysia, yet another day spent without you.