This January I turned 21. Which gives me legal permission to drink and call myself an adult while making drunken mistakes. This age is of hope and energy.
Instead I am caged along with the world in my house . I am safe here , I know, because a deadly virus is on the loose ringing it's death knell. It's strange times. Hugging and kissing can become weapons and staying physically distant from our dearests is a way of protecting them.
Who would have thought ,that we will be shown with a mirror our insanity to the species of the wild.
21 was supposed to be glorious and full of mirth.
It was meant for regular movie dates embellished with gorging junk food.
It was meant for dancing without regret, making mistakes and selling my energy all bottled up in the market of life.
Instead it's locked up and the only view of this world is through the windows, precautioned peeks and masked entrances.
Through this window I stare at my neighbour's mango tree. It's hypnotizing, the green is mesmerizing. My most precious memories of this tree is at night when it is dark and my father and I attempt of steal the mangoes.
My father and I start by finding a long enough pole. Create a net loop at one of it's rear ends. Target the closest mangoes in the daylight. Then at night we embark on this mission of spot and entrapping. Nights when it storms and is pretty windy the tree sways and farthest ones come near. That is when a steal the most. I mean the mangoes are seducing me , throwing themselves at me and why shouldn't I take advantage. The universe would be highly pissed if I didn't.
Just FYI ,my father and I have collected a half century. Safe to say we are professionals now!
Instead I am caged along with the world in my house . I am safe here , I know, because a deadly virus is on the loose ringing it's death knell. It's strange times. Hugging and kissing can become weapons and staying physically distant from our dearests is a way of protecting them.
Who would have thought ,that we will be shown with a mirror our insanity to the species of the wild.
21 was supposed to be glorious and full of mirth.
It was meant for regular movie dates embellished with gorging junk food.
It was meant for dancing without regret, making mistakes and selling my energy all bottled up in the market of life.
Instead it's locked up and the only view of this world is through the windows, precautioned peeks and masked entrances.
Through this window I stare at my neighbour's mango tree. It's hypnotizing, the green is mesmerizing. My most precious memories of this tree is at night when it is dark and my father and I attempt of steal the mangoes.
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| My neighbour's mango tree. |
Just FYI ,my father and I have collected a half century. Safe to say we are professionals now!
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