Five

1. It turns out I needn't heave a sigh of relief. I was let off gently and I swear to god I could've been waltzing through the corridors. However, a part of me still felt that ache. The ache, not surprisingly, barely throbbed.

2. I was there and also not there. It wasn't something to lament for lamentations are a spent deal only reserved for genuine tragedies. I was not a fool for being there in the first place, and I say this with neither remorse nor pity.

3. Within the span of five days, I was witness to two stark contrasts on how it is to be a forty-something. Nevertheless, I was equally hungry for their wisdom and their assurance.

4. I wanted to give my support to an old family. I could not, however, accept that there is a snake lurking amidst them. Another time, another time.

4. It now reads like an archive material, something belonging to the past, but familiar and unfamiliar.

5. I go to bed with a nestled heart and the promise of things worth doing.